heaven of hell

these are moments that leave wounds in my soul, healing slowly, scars that disappear with time...

are they just small inconsequential events in life or are they paths to destiny and fate? my heart has felt many pains and anguish for all the moments that were, for moments that were not, and for the hearts that were closed, things that were done, and things that were said. yet, my heart still beats just as strong and my hope for tenderness, love, and belief in goodness of people still remains.

the crisp dewy morning air arouse in me feelings of gladness. one can become a victim of circumstances or victor because of circumstances. this path is not what i have chosen for myself, but i am at this moment, choosing to stop, look around, and appreciate the beauty that surrounds me because i have somehow ended up in this path.

there is destiny. no matter where i am, i know it is where i am suppose to be. not because i have chosen all the paths correctly, but because i am here. when i close my eyes and close my thoughts, i can feel it. there is no anguish, there is no regret, there is only comfort, peace, and love because that is who i am, and always have been.

if you were a flame, i would have allowed myself to be consumed completely. abandoning myself, my destiny, my hope for love, tenderness, and joy, in pursuit of your acceptance.

now that i take a step back, i see that my joy lies in pure hearts nurturing one another with love and tenderness, not in emotional battles that tear one another to pieces...

pandora's box

it's been two and half weeks since she decided to move in. it wasn't a choice based on our relationship going forward, but more of necessity due to her circumstances.

i may be falling in love with her, but she still keeps a wall around her heart. she still questions my intentions.

she smokes, stays up till the break of dawn, walks around the house without any clothing, and calls me babe, but then she calls everybody babe. she walks freely as if somehow she is protected from the weight and the stress of the world. she twirls around bare footed, running with her two small dogs, and screams out at some man in a truck for throwing garbage out the window.

i go to bed at eleven, embarassed to be seen when not fully dressed, and call her by her name. i slowly move around being cautious where i place my next step, and avoid people as much as i can.

she says we are just like darma and greg, and it makes me laugh.

she kisses me good night, and folds my lanudry and cleans my house as i slumber, and i kiss her forehead while she is fast asleep as i leave for work each morning.

in three weeks, it will all be over and she will be moving to another city. she is excited about her new job, and new everything. she is a free spirit and i can't stop her from being who she is... i am going to miss her...

enigma

i am not sure how i got here. my head is pounding and i haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in days. it wasn't suppose to be like this... i say to myself. it always seems to lead me here though. that feeling of emptiness and my body aching with imaginery pains created by my own mind... my brain is not suppose to be my enemy. my thoughts are not suppose to control me and hurt me...

she asks me... what is your weakness? i hesitate to answer. even though i know the answer too well, i don't want to hear myself say it, and i don't want her to hear me say it...

my weakness is... love. i love too much too fast... i lose self-control and that makes me lose self-respect... and that always leads me to sadness... that is what i tell her. but i know too well, the problem is that i idealize love and reality never lives up to my fantasy.

she looks at me with her big brown eyes as if searching for the truth beyond my eyes into the deep misty depth of my soul. i didn't turn away, i just stared back into her eyes hoping to see what she is seeing... but, only thing i could see was her big beautiful brown eyes staring at me...

you facstinate me, she says... i wonder if she knows what she is doing to me. i wonder if she knows that she is torturing me with those words. i have dreampt of those words. i have lived for those words to be said to me. but, for some reason, that is not enough. i just don't, i just simply do not.... believe her.

the truth is always difficult to discern from many lies. i have heard too many lies in my life, and none of them ever seems to be simple lies with pure deception, but manipulation of the truth to achieve the desired effect from the other person.

so, i close my heart again, and walk away.

i have to go. i just can't allow myself to be weak, i just can't allow myself to open my heart and lose self-control. because that is all that i have left in me...

but, i know too well that i have already lost that which is so important to me. and for that i will pay the price...

broken hallelujah

some of my fondest memories are times spent with my mom as a young boy. i recall many shopping trips while my brothers were in school when i was yet too young to go to school. i don't ever remember wanting to go to school at that time, nor do i recall ever wanting to go to school after that time. i was happy going into the city with mom, following her around as she looked for bargains, and always stopping for little snacks for me as we passed by different street vendors.

she never liked me using the public restrooms and often she would rather hail a cab to get us home rather than have me go to the public restrooms. it sounds strange now, but i thought that was just the way things were. the public restrooms were nasty gem infested disease trap that should be avoided at all cost. there is still some of that irrationality in my psyche.

i did not realize it then, but i do believe my mom had an obsessive compulsive disorder and she has handed it down to me. people tell me that i am more like my mom and than my brothers, and i agree... good and bad...

when my mom passed away, i mourned. i mourned because we have lost those special moments. my mom was no longer a young mother holding on tightly to a little child's hand in fear of losing him, and i was no longer a child who was afraid to go beyond her watchful eyes... and that was the saddest part of it all...

toilers of the sea

i keep getting on my blog hoping i would have something to write, something to say... but then i always end up staring into the blank screen...

i have been quitely living my life and in some ways, i feel a great deal of comfort in what some may consider a lifeless existence. i have nothing to be pride of, yet i am not ashamed of anything either. i feel that my life is pretty plain...

i have accepted certain things and i feel free because of it.

i have accpeted that i don't have anything to prove to anyone, and that i am not such a special person after all, even though others have tried so hard to convince me that i am special like everyone else. my therapist called it having a good self-esteem. the fact is, i see nothing especially good or bad about me. but, i think realizing that and knowing that it is still life worth living is really about the wisest thing i can do, not to believe that i am better than others by lying to myself...

i really don't have any more dreams and hopes for myself, but i do have some kindness that i can offer others, and really that is all i have left now...

i have been reading this book by victor hugo called toilers of the sea. whether it was my choice or not, i have become an isolated person, like the character in the book, but i still want to be a kind and gentle person that are willing to go out of my way to help others in need....

suddenly i see...

brent's funeral was beautiful and they had a dedication ceremony at the ice rink which made me feel proud...

his funeral has made me sad, but it also has brought some changes in me. i have spent too long feeling sorry for myself. it is time for me to start caring about other people... maybe that is a legacy he has left me...

there were many stories told of how courageously he fought cancer. how he never gave up and tried to enjoy life to the fullest even to the last moments of his life. it was heart warming and also heart breaking. many cried, and many questioned god for such senseless loss of a wonderful person...

there aren't many people in this world that have touched and affected so many others as brent has. he treated everyone like they were his best friend and all of us felt that we have lost our best friend... and maybe, just maybe life is measured not by how long you lived, but by how much it has affected others... and when so many tears were shed by so many, there is no question as to the measure of his life...

god delusion

is there a god?

if god answers your prayers, how come all lottery winners are not christians?

if god is omniscient, what is point of praying? god already knows all things present and future, and because he already knows everything (what is going to happen), there is no way you can change his mind whether you pray or not... if he was going to change his mind, he would have known it already and it is not really changing his mind because he already knew he would...

why do so many innocent people die for no good reason? and if god is willing to let it happen, do i want to love a god who doesn't love me back enough to protect me from these bad things?

some say all those bad things may have good consequences that i don't know about. of course, you can always look at the sunny side of life, and you don't need god for that.

i went to a midnight mass christmas eve and had breakfast with monks. i have a deep respect for the clergy, however, that does not mean i have faith in anything... i am driven by two things... logic and love. logic, because i don't want to believe in things that are false... love, because without it, i don't see a point of human life...

i don't believe i can be a better person because of belief in god. i want to be a better person because i love others and i want others to love me...