Lost Inspiration

So what do you do when this happens to you?

Come to think of it, the title of this post has been the general theme for the past few days. You see, going online for an ungodly number of hours per day has it's benefits - and this particular benefit I mean is that geographical communication borders are broken down greatly. It kinda reminds of the that old concept of a global New World Order, albeit this is more of a technology-themed version. Today, you get to communicate with just about anyone from anywhere, whether they be connected to cyberspace through your local internet cafe or from half way around the world, the setting would be the same - all of you are sitting down on some couch or some propped up chair, looking at a LCD with your hands positioned right in front of you.

When you spend time on forums and social networking sites, chances are high that you get to meet people with similar interests as you - trust me, the internet has a weird but cool way of letting that happen. Most especially when you guys go online at similar times, days go by and the mandatory pop-up chatbox with matching sounds becomes almost expected. It's these little trivial things that would be enough for anyone to keep on doing what he/she has started - for people who think like I do, you can never have too much connections in cyberspace. Of course, that wouldn't be a need if Google was your name, but that's beside the point. The thing is, there's always a benefit when you establish connections online - driving traffic, forum discussions, link sharing, back-linking, portfolio viewing, widgets, etc - you name it, you can have it.

The 'however' part of my story is this though - we can never deny that behind that geeky username and cropped thumbnail image, there's a human being with more than a decade's deep worth of stories to tell. And maybe even more. You see, when you do small talk online, there are tendencies for the conversation to go to a more personal direction. Which isn't really a bad thing - come to think of it, talking to an online persona has the advantage of knowing you won't get any negative feedback to those you share it with. 'Coz chances are, you won't even get to personally meet them at all. With that security, these 'people' then share some of their stories with you. Hell, I don't even know if any part of it were true at all - but if they were, then they'd make a good story for a blockbuster drama movie. Setting up the characters well, boy meets girl, getting deeper into each other, conflict arouses the subjects, crossroads, and the eventual ending - whether they be good or bad. It's these stories that some people never tire of - and there are those stories that just never progress in this line. One subject never gives in to the other, and though they both want to, the risk is not seen as something worth taking. So they wait and float in each other's thought, barely hanging to the concept of being happy with each other, though not doing anything at all to make that happen. This, then, is a cause for lost inspiration.

There are times in your life where you target something - something that keeps you going, something that keeps you afloat, or something that allows to be alive, even for the most meager of reasons. Some people call it a reason - others see it as hope. Others even see it as a great driving force for their everyday routines. For some though, they call it an inspiration. It's that little thing that seems to always to do two things to a person upon sight - one, that their inner selves give off a big smile because of the feeling they get from seeing that inspiration, and two, it allows them to do better. Magis, as how we used to call it in our highschool. Growth, as how business people see it. Optimization, as how computer scientists view it. No matter the term, more often than not there will always be that 'thing' that has inspired you and will continue to - even if the reason for the start of it being an inspiration has already disappeared.

As I carry on this day-to-day charade of the hibernating caveman, I realized that there are some things that need some time to be realized. Feelings can also be a dual-edged sword as well - as much as it can give you bliss in the most pleasurable of moments, it can also be the small, sharp pin needed to blow up a balloon bigger than yourself. You see, in a world ruled by duality, nothing is exempted. Not even immaterial feelings.

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keep fighting me. i'll miss it once it's gone.

This Sucks

It does.

So here I am, tending our store in earnest. For the past few days, this spot has been my office slash getaway. It is here I do my projects, read electronic books, get involved in forums, and check up on new stuff around cyberspace. Not to mention the other daily routine of checking my mail and listening to my playlist in iTunes (which most of the songs there don't come from my personal downloads). Plus, this spot gives me the chance to take advantage of the lull moments of the day and get to focus on my work. This, then, serves a double purpose - because as much as being the only person tending the store for more than the usual number of working hours in a day is boring, it also allows me to devote more time to working and finishing projects and ideas.

It is a personal fault of mine that I have not been able to update this blog as much as I wanted to. You see, priorities have to be set in order for things to go smoothly, and lately I was given a big assignment that I hopefully will be able to finish soon. It gives a big bonus, plus it can give this great friend of mine, Nico, get involved as well. Speaking of him, I would like to devote this one line in this paragraph to him and give him a shout out:"thanks!" for coming over yesterday. Your presence assured me that there is still a society I will be going back to soon enough.

Going back on that assignment, there are going to be new things that will be implemented, mainly the reason for the added incentive. It's not something I'm totally a complete idiot at, but it will take some time to review, master, and implement.

Now here's the catch - I haven't had good sleep in a few days as well. At times, this concoction called Coke would be the only thing that's keeping me awake. That means that as much as I try to be aware that I am sensitive to even little trivial things, there will be times when these little things can cause my temper to overheat. I admit that I might have already mustered some resolve to keep emotions to myself - I have already been practicing it for quite a few years now. However, my status right now isn't something I want to stay in. What I just need is some rest, but as it turns out my schedule won't allow me. And besides, the stubborn side of me doesn't want to let up until everything gets exhausted to almost nothing.

Do not get me wrong though - I am enjoying what I'm doing. Even the most little of consolations in doing this would be reaping me great rewards. So as it goes, the only way to refine gold is through the fire. I just hope that I don't stay in the furnace for too long and eventually evaporate into the atmosphere (though that would be cool to do, right?). Seriously, this blog of mine has recently been of great help, because when you're playing the role of the hibernating caveman, you'd do anything just to remain sane. And part of the requirements of being sane would be some medium to let out all the emotions of a 19-year old kid.

So here I am, going on one of my rants once again. I don't expect you, my friend, to get anything productive out of this, though I still hope you would. I know I did.

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Yes, I admit it - I miss you. Damn.

Burning This Night Away

A couple of years ago, I assumed that this certain "thing" would just pass. You know, just one of those trivial things you did when you were young and you thought the world wasn't big enough for you to conquer. Or even similar to the things you'd tell yourself when you're in the mid-life stage, and you look back to those things that made up for one colorful youth. But hell, I was dead wrong.

I can't really remember the last time I did a post on this blog, but I would just like to make one thing clear - our internet connection wasn't shitty, and neither was our electrical system. You see, the truth is that for a summer break, it has become an irony that I need more than twenty-four hours a day just to satisfy myself with the things I'm doing. And the greater irony here would be that I'm actually enjoying myself. Despite the all-nighters, all the hibernation, and all the eye cells that have lost half their supposed lifespan because I never rest them, I actually am loving this thing I'm doing.

So you might ask what is it I'm rambling about, something I might have intrigued you with because I've been giving our superlatives without really mentioning any subject matter. And it is here I shall disappoint you if you were expecting me to share it out in the open. However, it would be shame to totally deprive you of knowing it, and because I like sharing to people, a clue would be enough information for now. Yes, that would mean that I'd divulge whatever addiction I have soon, just not right now. So here's the clue - the letter W.

So much for a build-up, right? ;p

Other things aside, these last few days have been real cool for me. First and foremost, I realized that I could still go on with my plan of opening senior year with long, uncut hair and even more unkempt facial hair. Yes, I shall literally take this whole "hibernating caveman" charade of mine, and the results that it will give still escape me. You see, this became possible when I chose to have a home-based OJT instead of going for the six-month contract of Alliance. It was a real bummer at first, but then I realized that going for the medical website would be better suited for long term planning. Plus, I get to help my mom in the store too, so that makes it even better.

On a personal note though, there are a few people I'll be missing (and one I already am). There's this one friend that's going back to Manila in a few days, and she won't be back until December. What makes it a bit harder to fathom is that we were supposed to meet up two days ago, but due to unplanned circumstances we weren't able to do so. So yeah, it'll be nine months until we can see each other personally again. Wishing you all the best bp! :)

To the information of everyone, the earliest day I shall get out of this house will be on May 18, and that would be because we need to pass a requirement for our summer practicum. Until then, I will be at home playing my role as the hibernating caveman and devoid myself of social responsibilities for a while. This should be fun.

Yes, I will miss a few people. But despite that longing, it seems it will all be for the better. I guess I need this time too.

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i just long to see you right now.

Evening Sunshine

As I begin writing this down, the rest of the compound rests in deep slumber and utter silence. Maybe except for some who are healthy enough to be snoring, or in really deep sleep to have saliva be the only thing in motion, it would seem like I'm the only one awake as of the moment. Yes, it's another early morning wake-up for me, as I try and finish what I began last night. However, due to the constraints of what I was doing, I never got time to drop in a few words here, so this time I'll me making it up to you.

Most of the people that know me personally, or follow my posts since highschool, will realize that I love to introduce contradictions in almost anything I do. This post's title, as you'll notice, will be no exception. You see, there's a certain beauty of realization in contradictions - they almost always make me stop in my tracks just to delve into my thoughts and see for myself the intricate details and relationships dedicated to opposites. Yin. Yang. Black. White. North. South. These polar opposites are not just simple matters of aesthetics, or that contrasting colors will always have a beautiful outcome. It goes way beyond that - it touches matters of life itself.

Having gone through life for almost two decades now, there are many road signs I've seen along the road. Some are just plain out in the open, where anyone passing by can see them without even the slightest effort of turning their heads. Then there are some road signs that are totally opposite - these are signs that only a few even bother to notice, and even fewer that actually give time to examine their find. These are what I call life's gifts to everyone, and though not everyone would cherish what's given to them, I still stand by the concept behind gifts. And it is this - that with gifts, it's the thought that counts.

One such gift I came upon which awed me in the most unimaginable way was a lesson in duality. This would delve more into the side of metaphysics, rather than the physical Newtonian physics we all learned at least once in our lives. 

One time, our professor in Social Sciences 2 asked us to watch her favorite episode of Star Trek. This episode's theme was the concept of justice and democracy. It was an over-all good episode, though it ended up with us having to write a reaction to be passed the next meeting. In this case though, it was the show's little technicalities that got me thinking somehow about the need for a negative force in someone's life so as to achieve an even greater positive. You see, in this show there was a planet aptly named "Earth", where all the inhabitants were just plain naive and innocent at the same time. The places were they lived were composed of lush gardens, beautiful scenery, and the look of nature at its most natural. Heck, even the people wore pieces of cloth that were all white, except for the occasional accessory for the women. But here's the catch - they lived in peace and harmony - too much of it. Due to their exceptional ideals of wanting nothing to do with harm, agony, and chaos, they deprived themselves of knowing what it was to go through the negatives in life and continued to carry on with their ways. This posed such a problem because they weren't prepared for events that were out of their daily routines - and with that simple event, they all didn't know what to do and thus ended up in the situation they utterly didn't want to be in - a place of confusion and desperation.

On a personal note, this episode showed me the value of the black in the white, of the yin in the yang, of how the champion values his opponent - because without him, the champion would be valued a little less. While it's great to have such a good, carefree life, it would be even greater to lead the ideal good life while having had experience in the opposite situation. Why, you ask? Because as I see it, there are a good number of people I know that are going through the best times of their life because they went through the worst  of it and lived to tell the tale. It is this situation that should somehow inspire the rest of us to think about negatives in a more positive way - and that to be complete, you would need to master the duality in all things. Once you do, you take control of the positive and you live the best times of your life.

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there's a difference. and then there's THE difference.

Harvesting Moons

For those of you who might have a sudden nostalgic response upon reading the title, do not worry - the game is that good that even after ten years from its release, some gamers still play it. It's one of those console titles that never gather too much dust on our shelves because it often gets played, as compared to some that one playthrough is more than enough. Yes, its really that good, and I hope I've convinced you enough that it is. Because it is.

 However, if you thought this whole post would be dedicated to convincing you of the greatness that is Harvest Moon, then you should think again. Heck, this post won't even cover any real aspect of the game, maybe except the title. And it's the title I shall begin with. Did you ever wonder what that game's title literally meant? After some careful thought - and maybe some wild, obnoxious ideas - I concluded that if you didn't have any idea, then neither did I. However, on a figurative point-of-view, I could say that I'm more than playing the video game - I'm actually living the title. Why, you ask? Simply put, my sleeping times lately have been short. I've slept late, and woke up more than an hour before anyone else in our compound opens their eyes. There are a good number of reasons for this, but it's those that could just have been disregarded if I actually valued sleep at all. Let me explain.

I've been spending most of my time on cyberspace lately. Going by the rules of probability, the more time one spends online, the higher the chances that one's status in that place increases. For the past few days, I've been scouring social networks and web forums, digitally interacting with people whose only hint of an identity is a username and a thumbnail image. As conversations come and go, I've met 'people' that I actually enjoy having conversations with. I've also come in contact with big business people that are asking me to go into a sub-contractual agreement that involves me making websites and templates. Aside from that, there's also this personal site I'm currently building, which I will be launching once I get my hands on that domain name I'm desperately going after.

You see, barely one month into the summer break, and I'm already this fulfilled. The only thing that's different from previous experiences of this kind is that I'm starving for more. Not an hour goes by that I don't read up on a tutorial, nor download an e-book and get it's gist, nor even give the theories a run and seeing what application can do to promulgate theory. Yes, the attraction it has for me is so strong that I've even entertained the thought that sleep is a waste of time. Damn you.

On the lighter side of things though, I have to tell you that I'm enjoying my time this summer. Productivity seems to be going hand in hand with fun and relaxation, and it's one of those rare times when you're letting the day carry you forward, securely knowing that you're headed to the right direction. There are things, though, that I'm still waiting for - such as the final telephone call from Alliance, and an e-mail from a contact somewhere in Europe regarding that contract. Yet these haven't really hindered me from having a smile across my face, especially when someone you sorely miss comes online and updates you on things happening in the land of the rising sun (bleh). Little things such as this make for the icing on the already-delicious cake that is my summer break so far. And I hope this continues to become a feast to be remembered through the ages. :)

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there is no competition. and i'm not looking for one.

Coast Rolling

No, I haven't been to the beach since my last post. And neither have I been to an amusement park and tried the roller coasters. As much as it would be great to have done both, the fact still remains that my life right now still exempts me from experiencing such nirvana.

This would be my first "valid" post in four days, and if you're wondering why the adjective 'valid' ever came into the picture, that explanation shall be more than enough to suffice any questions on my whereabouts for the past few days.

To tell you honestly, the week started out with us receiving a notification from our school's Office of Student Affairs that in order for us to proceed with enrollment for Summer Practicum, we had to go through a seminar on Anti-Sexual Harassment. This wasn't because our batch had issues in this matter, but since we were getting into the real world through practicum, the OSA found prevention to be the better option than cure. But it didn't really matter that much - I didn't listen like I should. And if there was at least anything learned in that seminar, it was that it's always a bad idea to pack more than seventy percent of our batch into the ILC room - the heat kills.

That day was followed by Summer enrollment. To the information of everyone, there was an improvement in the system of how students enroll in the university. To go into the specifics of these improvements would be bad - it's always an adventure to do something new for the first time, and I wouldn't want to deprive you from such an experience.

I finished my enrollment early on the second day, after which I decided to just hang around school and be with my batchmates as they continued on with their responsibilities.

The following day had me at the campus at mid-morning, because our Summer Practicum adviser, Prof. Pauline Wade, wanted to meet us by noon time and inform us of our further requirements for the subject. The fun part of the day came after the meeting ended, wherein Gabby and I were supposed to have lunch but ended up with a welcome addition - Ian Virrey. The three of us ate at Royal, a UP Cebu student's favorite, and there was the usual small talk and the occassional jokes. What really made it memorable was that Ian and I were somehow ganging up on Gabby as we lambasted her with comments about her lost laptop (with all good intentions, I must say). Add to that Ian's really hilarious stories, especially the one of her cousin and her dad, and our hour-and-a-half stay at Royal became one such memorable experience. Heck, we enjoyed it so much there were tears of joy running down someone's face even before we left. I'll leave it to you to guess who that person was.

So I took the day off from leaving the house yesterday, and decided to start with studying Content Management Systems (CMS) such as Drupal, Joomla!, and Wordpress. I also finished setting up my localhost server using Wampserver, and I'm planning on creating a new website that I'd like to try out first locally before launching it on to the web.

Honestly, the last time I felt this enthusiastic was way back four years ago during our summer break before senior year. It was there that I decided to read ahead and study on HTML/CSS, knowing it would be useful once the schoolyear started. Right now, it's more focused on CMS and it's features. But still, that same feeling is something I always get to smile at whenever it passes through my thoughts, simply because there is pleasure in studying new things, and even greater pleasure when you enjoy doing it.

For today, we finally had that much awaited final interview with Alliance Software, and as much as we're assuming that we've already been accepted in their fold, we're still crossing our fingers in the hopes that all will be well. If I do get to be accepted, I will carry on this medical website a friend and I are working on, and at the same time work at Alliance. They both pay, and I'm not referring to economic resources. Experience is something that you can never have enough of, and it is that thought I'll be carrying on for the next few months.

All in all, my summer's going fine so far. As early as Tuesday, I might already be working in a company that I believe is competitive enough to teach us the bumps of the industry's real world situation. Put in the fact that I'm not feeling stressed at all, and things might just be going in a path for the better.

As I told my two great friends just this afternoon, I hope my summer plans push through. :)

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the only person you have the right to dominate is yourself.

Music and Beeps

Can the burst suggest an orchestral microprocessor?

Anyways, I'm not gonna talk about whats the similarity of an i7 Pentium Processor and an orchestral band. You won't probably read more of this random stuff for the next few hours too.

Looking at Sunburns

There are actually some things that majority of people see as both a major positive and a downright negative. It may be different for every individual - it could refer to portraying their public image and playing their roles to it, or it could just mean their personal battles fought deep within themselves. However, to the average undergraduate student taking up one hellish course in an even more hellish university, this would only refer to one thing - the summer break before senior year.

To the knowledge of everyone reading this blog post, the summer break before senior year revolves around one major event, and it is this aspect that makes it either the most enjoyable summer break, or the most unnoticed vacation ever given. Of course, I am talking about Summer Practicum - more commonly known as the time of undergoing On-the-Job Training. You see, unlike most courses where the department professors get to assign their students to what company and where, it's somehow different for the ones taking up this program. In here, we're the ones that actually get to choose our desired company, our time to take it, and other aspects such as pay and benefits. But to see it in that perspective would be simply disregarding the other aspects to this adventure. Because some "freedom" is given, then that would entail even greater responsibility. As such, we, the students, have to look for and apply to the companies ourselves, in the hopes that we have garnered enough education in order to be accepted into their fold. This is where lines are drawn - lines that separate us from each other. Because being in the real world is very much different from the university life. Competition is always fierce, and free passes are nowhere to be found. You pretty much get what you've put effort into, meaning if you didn't give a shit about tracing Java functions before, then this time it'll only be shit that you'll be getting.

Looking past this summer semester though, it's a fact that we'd be seeing ourselves in our senior year. All honesty aside, if we thought that summer OJT would be hell, then senior year would mean facing the god of the underworld himself, fighting him/her in a do-or-die battle to the ends of reality. It is here where we get to summon all the minions we have, and hope this might be more than enough to overcome the tests that will lie ahead.

Despite all these, there's always a bright side to everything. Take for example our summer break so far - though there hasn't been an outing I've been to, some of friends have. Expectedly, they got what souvenir shops never sell - sunburn. To some, that simple skin discoloration may be a pinch of anti-climatic happenings in a day full of fun, but you could always look at it in another way. To have sunburn would mean that you actually enjoyed a part of summer, and to some that would more than make up for the hellish weeks to come.

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sometimes man meets his destiny on the path he chose to avoid it.

And So It Goes...

..na tiguwang na diay ko.

(hahahaha) I guess this would have to be the best realization I made today. You see, this is what happened.

As I woke up this morning, I did the ritual of opening my Facebook account and checking out any new updates. As I browsed through the numerous posts and links, I had this one notification from an old friend - and this one said that the C.A.T. Commissioned Officer's Training would be conducting it's final session by today. This got me excited. Because as much as I was more than invisible at last year's training, I loved my time as a CAT-1 officer. It was the one venue where you had a family of twenty-three fellow cadet-leaders who looked after each other with all the sincerity one could ask for. You couldn't seek for anything more for from this select group of officers, and that my friend is one thing no one can ever take away from us.

So here I was, standing in front of both the new trainees AND the outgoing officers of the battalion. As Romeo Diaz asked me to introduce myself to them, I promptly told them my then rank and designation - and I also included the fact that I came from batch 2007.

Hey wait.

If I can pass a subject that's talking about triple integration, then I can surely do this. We're in 2010, and to do the calculations would mean that 2007 was more than three years ago. Damn. I could still remember way back then that Charles Dolfo was telling us then-trainees the same thing. And then I considered those alumni to be old - which made me laugh at myself now that I'm somehow finding myself in their same shoes. Maturity for the win.

But of course, to talk about my age would be greatly doing injustice to those that have far outlived me, and have done so much more in their time. As of this writing, I'm still incubating myself from the outside world, simply because for the past year alone, so many things have happened, and these "things" have changed me so much that I don't know where I stand anymore. In isolation, I hope to start from scratch and have an idea of where I'm going with the decisions I'm making - and I badly hope that this time, it will be the right one.

"Regrets are but those actions that have taught you to become the better person you are today"

-Ruffy Heredia,quote from SEEDs Yearbook 2007

It seems that things have come back to those memorable moments in my life where I felt that this is what I wanted, that this is what I was going to do. You see, the way of life moves in mysterious ways - and it is this uncertainty that makes it all so wonderful, and at the same time makes it overly dangerous.

A couple of days ago, I decided to get out of the house because I needed some time off from the boredom people more commonly refer to as 'summer break'. As I left the house riding on the usual transport, I still didn't have anyone to meet up with - but this didn't matter, simply because as I was still contacting people about meeting up, I was secure in the fact that there would be someone who'd be lingering around looking for something to do too.

And so there was.

Spending a few weeks away from Manila was this girl I see as more than a sister - the bonds that Rachel Castañares and I share go beyond that. Even when we were still in secondary school, it always felt like we could share anything to each other - all our joys, our pains, our views, and most importantly our outlooks on life. That day, we found time to catch up with each other, as hanging out at Ayala reminded me of her short attention span, and I reminded her of how corny my jokes were. It was a real fun and spontaneous get-together, and talking to her about how my life was and how it's turning out made me realize one fact - I've strayed away from my planned road too far. It was then that realizations (the good ones) came flooding in, as I saw that there really are times when people make stupid decisions, and have to pay for it. Thanks to this blessing I nicknamed Aki though, I got to the realization early enough for me to do something about it. And this time, I am going to do something about it. As we were walking around, talking, and laughing our hearts out, I felt something which I hadn't for more than a year - genuine happiness.

There's something about blessings that make you smile just because you know you've received them - and sometimes that's enough light for one person to see through the darkness and go into a path that's been long carved out. Carved out by the person involved, yes, but the problem then was that an outside factor came into the picture and distractions may have been the order of the day. But then again, there's always this thing, this hope, that can bring people back on the path they were originally making. It doesn't have to be deduced to a mere thought alone - trust me, when you've gone through what I have, you'll see that a single talk with someone can do so much more than a year's worth of lectures and discussions.

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love isn't the only thing that's blind. if anything, love isn't.

The Road Ends Here

61 -59.

Duke wins it's fourth National Championship.

Along the way, Butler's Hollywood ending wasn't so Hollywood, as it turns out that their best player's heave from halfcourt at the buzzer hits the backboard, hits the rim, and bounces back out - along with the hopes and dreams of the hometown fans watching in the stadium cheering for the hometown Bulldogs.

To say that this game was a classic would be a great understatement. Advertised as an encore of David vs. Goliath, it was Butler, a non-BCS team, going against the rich history of Duke, considered as college basketball royalty.

Experts predicted a blowout win for Duke, basing this on the Semifinal performance of the Blue Devils. However, it didn't turn out anywhere near that forecast - from start to finish, the scoreboard never showed a definite winner until the final, waning seconds of the game. It was truly a game that deserved its moniker of a National Championship game, one that had everything one could ask for.

However, one of the things that really took me in was the event's theme - The Road Ends Here. It signified that the long journey towards college basketball glory was right here, right now. It reminded the people involved that all the effort put it for the past year and the years before that would lead to where they were standing at right now - a chance to play for glory, a chance to play their way into basketball history as the best title one could be given - a champion.

Yet, looking past the ambiance of basketball and the drama that always goes with it, there was something about the theme that made me realize something - and that in everything that happens, there will always be a place and time where all your efforts can be assessed and where they will lead you. It doesn't have to be a huge stadium with thousands of screaming fans, or even a conference hall filled with men in suits and ties. No, what would matter most in that event is the meaning behind everything you've worked for, all the ups and downs, all the sacrifices, all the emotional burdens, all the decisions made, everything that led you to the promise of a paradise, where one would eventually get the goal intended - and maybe even more.

You see, there's this thing called a journey through life. Some people call it a road of life, yet to say that it a road would imply that one simply has to follow the way to wherever it would lead the traveler. This isn't the case. Because in that journey, there isn't a road. There isn't a stereotype that you would simply follow, and by the end of the road you would get what you want. There isn't an asphalted way that one simply has to put one foot in front of the other numerous times in order to get what they want - no, it isn't as simple as that. When one speaks of the road, what it really implies is the road that we, ourselves, have to make. In this journey, we make our own roads, using the freedom given to us to direct that road to wherever we want it to go. And personally, this is what makes life such a wonder to have - that for all the universal laws that govern everything, that for all the structured systems put up, that for all the awe and wonder that it can give - in the end, it will be up to us to make use of that and make sure that the thoughts that we once had will become the reality which we all aspire for.

The roads we build sometimes cross the roads other build - and for some unknown reason, we choose to go ahead and make the road together. Right now, I'm trying to make this less of a concept and more of a possibility, but even that still remains to be seen.

For all the care I can give, maybe our road may end here - but that doesn't mean I wouldn't try to keep it going.

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sticks and stone may break my bones.