In one of the seminars I attended about alternative medicine we were told about energy healing. At first my doctor and I found it hard to reconcile the idea of manipulating the energy centers to heal physical problems ( quite hard to note why the foot should me pressed to ease an upset tummy )... yet when I went home I accidentally sat on the stereo component's remote control. I saw the knob moved without me touching it and the volume went loud . I thought a ghost was playing with me. By then I realized energy works.
Then the lecturer pointed out the power of words ... she said words are so energized and powerful that one should be extra careful with how we use it. The bottom - line was ... we lived with nature and its forces which work in a state of balance which spells out health, well-being and bliss ... that what goes around comes around ... and what you give you receive and you get it back a hundred fold.
I could not tell whether I am just too accommodating with the idea or whatever but I always believed in taking care of whatever I say. More so when we launched the Gender Sensitivity Development Program when we were made aware of changes in terms to appropriately show respect and consider the impact of terms to people. So many times - I am moved by silly circumstances that I do utter words in disappointment - times when I can only say sorry you have asked for it. Yet I do not feel well saying things out of anger; that explains why I take refuge in the privacy of my room when I am mad and I would rather listen than speak out.
It has always dawned on me that when a person start saying things he spells out his own accountability for the things he says. When a person fails to come up with what people expect from him because of the things he had said ... he turns out a brag.
My Literature teacher would be glad to know I still live by the things she taught her class years ago ... So many poems and prose that we took in class which make sense in my adult life. Desiderata and The Arrow and the Song are just some of the literary works that do stay in my heart after all these time.
The Arrow and the Song
By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
24 March, 2009
06 March, 2009
The Game Players Play:
It is fun and can be challenging at times. For everything that there is in the game you just need a keen sense of humor and a strong will and heart to resist. At the end of the day, remember it is all a game that players play and you decided to play it as well.
It dates back to who knows when ... men pursuing women and vice-versa ... people touching each others emotions, sometimes pushing the other to insanity and tears ... romantic dramas ... heart rendering and annoying at times but as always time heals and again it is all a game that people play and which you entered as well.
I was busy working on my power point presentation for the lecture that I was to give on one of the trainings that the office had to conduct. Sitting long hours on the computer, waiting for some downloads to enhance the presentation makes it boring. My office mate came up and told me about a music sharing site. After work we explored the room together and there we were, joking, playing, laughing and enjoying with the keyboard.
She shared her tunes, chat with the rest in there and there I was interacting and responding to every joke that came my way. Not long came the personal messages, the flirting and the the flattery. It was different with individuals in person, where and when you can look straight into the eyes, or see the dirt embedded on your chat-mates fingernail beds, or as the song goes " guilty feet losing its rhythm" or a quivering voice and the awkward smiles of a lying mouth.
Cyberspace gives the players a chance to pretend and even believe it is true. I have always mistrust the net but we are all in this state of technology and what can we do but just find our best path into such world. Acquaintances hiding in aliases grew in the list. Some most eager to speak about themselves, some sounding shy and humble , some funny, some loud ... but I could not be bothered.
Then my computer accumulated all sorts of virus and I started complaining to a friend. She took one of her internet admirers to fix it for me and there goes the skirt chasing. Obviously I wore the skirt. The premise was he was a poor patient and faithful husband living with a cheating, inconsiderate wife hopefully waiting for a worthy lady to grab by her side ... hihihi ... what about that ? ( shall i say more?)
Another one was not actually a cyber-guy. He was introduced by a friend who was going out with him and we just picked it up in the internet. He readily went loose with his perversion which for the first time in my " frog's life" I felt like cold water was thrown right on my face. With that, a friend and I parted ways when out of her own mental thrill perhaps she carry on with his pervert acts under my account. I decided to meet the guy in person who was just as he is ... raw and outright, who played the game without barely a blink in the eye, totally without inhibition.
More and more and more they came ... As I come to think about it ... I realize that I am actually just bored and wasting my time. It feels like sitting in a bar, gulping wine and blowing smoke just to pass the boredom, or maybe even dancing with a wild, untamed creature at a dance floor ... ( things I never do ) but as I have said ... it can be fun and challenging when you just have to keep your wits and stay in control as you are manipulated, pushed, shaken or even winded up. It is some kind of a mental and maybe emotional calisthenics dealing with all sorts of psychological void expressed by personalities of different types and staying safe and sound at the end. I probably would be too scared to be with a maniac in person.
A friend though has a good story to tell. She is happily and fruitfully married to a cyber friend and I wish the best for the rest. The game after all is called BOREDOM and the rule is simple ... " KNOW THYSELF ".
It dates back to who knows when ... men pursuing women and vice-versa ... people touching each others emotions, sometimes pushing the other to insanity and tears ... romantic dramas ... heart rendering and annoying at times but as always time heals and again it is all a game that people play and which you entered as well.
I was busy working on my power point presentation for the lecture that I was to give on one of the trainings that the office had to conduct. Sitting long hours on the computer, waiting for some downloads to enhance the presentation makes it boring. My office mate came up and told me about a music sharing site. After work we explored the room together and there we were, joking, playing, laughing and enjoying with the keyboard.
She shared her tunes, chat with the rest in there and there I was interacting and responding to every joke that came my way. Not long came the personal messages, the flirting and the the flattery. It was different with individuals in person, where and when you can look straight into the eyes, or see the dirt embedded on your chat-mates fingernail beds, or as the song goes " guilty feet losing its rhythm" or a quivering voice and the awkward smiles of a lying mouth.
Cyberspace gives the players a chance to pretend and even believe it is true. I have always mistrust the net but we are all in this state of technology and what can we do but just find our best path into such world. Acquaintances hiding in aliases grew in the list. Some most eager to speak about themselves, some sounding shy and humble , some funny, some loud ... but I could not be bothered.
Then my computer accumulated all sorts of virus and I started complaining to a friend. She took one of her internet admirers to fix it for me and there goes the skirt chasing. Obviously I wore the skirt. The premise was he was a poor patient and faithful husband living with a cheating, inconsiderate wife hopefully waiting for a worthy lady to grab by her side ... hihihi ... what about that ? ( shall i say more?)
Another one was not actually a cyber-guy. He was introduced by a friend who was going out with him and we just picked it up in the internet. He readily went loose with his perversion which for the first time in my " frog's life" I felt like cold water was thrown right on my face. With that, a friend and I parted ways when out of her own mental thrill perhaps she carry on with his pervert acts under my account. I decided to meet the guy in person who was just as he is ... raw and outright, who played the game without barely a blink in the eye, totally without inhibition.
More and more and more they came ... As I come to think about it ... I realize that I am actually just bored and wasting my time. It feels like sitting in a bar, gulping wine and blowing smoke just to pass the boredom, or maybe even dancing with a wild, untamed creature at a dance floor ... ( things I never do ) but as I have said ... it can be fun and challenging when you just have to keep your wits and stay in control as you are manipulated, pushed, shaken or even winded up. It is some kind of a mental and maybe emotional calisthenics dealing with all sorts of psychological void expressed by personalities of different types and staying safe and sound at the end. I probably would be too scared to be with a maniac in person.
A friend though has a good story to tell. She is happily and fruitfully married to a cyber friend and I wish the best for the rest. The game after all is called BOREDOM and the rule is simple ... " KNOW THYSELF ".
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