Winds of Change

So much has changed in the span of a few months. One day the air is clean and fresh; the next day the dust clouds your throat and lungs, and you could barely breathe.

A lot has happened in the past few weeks and months since we last met, and I too have been gone living my life offline. It seems that whatever it is they say about being in your twenties has never held or spoken more truth for me more than in this moment: it will leave you confused. This is a decade rich in experience, in triumph and mistakes, rich in life lessons I never learn unless I try them one by one.

I’m 24 now. And by next year, I’ll be a quarter of a century old, a quarter of my life already lived, love, and written in other people’s minds and perceptions of me. Even right now, as I type in my home office at 1 AM, I am a story in someone else’s head. The truth of the matter is that I could care less what kind of story it is. But I want you to know: I am here. Life’s ribbons are rushing in my core, and we’re passing it from one person to the next. Everyone is a face, a memory, a story, an anecdote; it validates our existence. No matter if the story is good or bad; either way, there’s a chance that I am not sorry that you know me the way you did. We have no time to waste, no time to pretend to be fake friends; be genuine, just for once.

Audacity is one of my central characteristics now. Malayo ang nararating ng kapal ng mukha, sabi ng boss ko. That statement my colleagues and I heard, and have taken to heart since. There is something astounding and impressive about a person who knows how to think outside of the box (or even consider that the box itself does not exist) and is fearless in stepping out of normal boundaries and comfort zones. One doesn’t get audacity;  rather it’s a skill crafted and learned. To be audacious is to take on a daunting task for the hell of it: fail, and it’s charged to experience. Win, and it is an achievement. Looking at life in that perspective helps in pushing me a long way–and attitude-wise, a long way it has been.

People with substance, dreams, goals, and aspirations, are now the type of people I like hanging out with. Perhaps it’s the environment I’ve exposed myself into: I dove headfirst into a place of movers and shakers, not mere talkers and thinkers. The set of people I’ve come to see and interact with, are now the kind of people I like. They are people who know that ambitions are dreams with deadlines, and are ruthless and shameless and will go leaps and bounds to achieve what they can. Honestly speaking, I have yet to go to a meeting, and see a dispassionate person seated across me. Every single one of them had their goals set, and were on the way to execute them. Talking to them helps fuel the gears in my head. They are all helping me see what I can do, and know how far my dreams can go. (I too, have dreams I want to accomplish. Thanks.)

And yet, there is so much change in the air for me to even comprehend. It’s a welcome, necessary change. Life shifts its gears from time to time, just to remind me how the world really works. Prioritize what matters to you: focus on your parents and let go of the phone. Choose home cooked food over fast food, and never give up on the things you desire. Dream. Never rest. If you rest, rest easy. But never rest so much you’ll never want to visit your office cubicle again… unless that’s your thing, then go ahead!

Life, you beautiful bastard. I can never get enough of you.

How are you?

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