It is no secret that 2013 was the most emotional year of our lives. Having lost my father at a time when I was questioning my existing relationships kicked off the year. And it was mostly downhill from there.
The week before my father died, I watched a movie on my own for the first time after a very long time. I remember feeling hurt, confused, and more than ever, clueless. This Ang Lee film was showing then, and I heard nothing but praises for its cinematography and perfect adaptation.
I walked out enlightened and braver, as if I needed it because in five days, I will lose the man who loved me the best.
These words more than lifted my spirit. And I believe my faith strengthened as each trial came.
Because this point in my life is exactly where I have always hoped for and prayed to be.
Have a great weekend.
I bought one of Moleskine’s amazing diaries in an attempt to go back to old school writing. The actual pen against paper writing. I remember one of my professor’s mentioning that the mind retains information better when information is written rather than typed. For some reason, I chose to believe that too.
But the problem is I haven’t written anything in the past couple of weeks, making my thrust to have a better chronicle of my life go somewhat halfway down the drain. I mean, sure there is blogging, but let’s admit it: there are certain parts of your day that you aren’t really open to abundantly sharing to a public.
By definition, a chronicle is a factual actual written account of important or historical events in the order of their occurrence. Not that my life is a historical event in itself, but you get what I mean. There are so many times in our lives when we just trackback and rebuild our history, catch up our files to make up for the times when we failed to update them. Is that still essentially chronicling? Because technically speaking it’s no longer in the order of their occurrence.
Maybe I am just desperately justifying that I still have a penchant for the old. My life goal still includes acquiring a typewriter and using it for my mail (yes, I still visit the post office, even if they have failed me so many many times). Or maybe, like most of us, I too have abandoned the bittersweet manner of writing and successfully adapted new technology, in spite of my firm belief that nothing beats the lovemaking of pens and papers.
Am I a walking contradiction or what? How about you? Is the old still more romantic, more applicable to you? Can a person truly embrace the old and the new, and use them in perfect symphony?
Because I sure am not using them that way, even though I wish to.
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