Draw Line of Happiness

Contentment. Happiness. What does one make a difference to the other?

Only few years ago that I learned its very core. And only then I started to ask for contentment than happiness.

A close friend shared with me this -- "Happiness is the excitement you feel from getting hold of the things you wanted to have. Contentment is the fulfillment you get for the things you do not have."



From then, I realized, contentment makes a big difference from happiness.

Contentment teaches me to deeply accept. To consider myself complete in absence of realization of my dreams. To be fulfilled for what i am today and not for what I can be tomorrow. To appreciate things despite of meagerness and imperfection.

Happiness teaches me to strive. To aim for something. To push myself to get hold of what my mind wants. To make an effort to grab opportunities. To undergo change. To reach the goal and feel the positive vibe.

I am not to choose one over the other, hence, it is a process -- that i must learn to value contentment to heighten happiness. What more I could have if i learn to appreciate everything when I started with nothing?

Consider our voyage to success -- would it be better if we feel contented in leading the road of our lives until we reach its end where happiness awaits? As saying goes, it is not the destination that matters more but it is journey..

I am a blogger

when nothing is left but memories,

when everything is lost but character,

when nobody stood by you but me,

save your tears 'cause i'll create a haven where a ray of hope shines to face tomorrow with a smile..

Today, October 26th, marks my very first day of blogging. I don't know where to start, no single assurance if i could keep track of this e-journal. But one thing for me is certain.. i wanted to speak what my mind thinks, how my heart feels and where my feet bring me in exploring the world.

I will not write to create an impression of me. I am no student.

I will not write to educate my readers. I am no teacher.

I will not write to bring my imagination to life. I am no artist.

I will not write to make a record of the past. I am no historian.

I will not write to plan my life. I am no God.

I will just responsibly write anything.

I am a blogger.

Work to live, not live to work

millions of memories printed in the sand are a waste,

a moment with you written on a stone is a treasure,

being alone is sacred,

a time with God is priceless.

My work is the bread and butter of my life. It is my vice. It is my addiction. I could not care any less about it. It is the source of my living, the medium of a helping hand and the reflection of my untiring aspiration.

As majority finds essence of life through their jobs, i fear that someday, i will lose mine. No matter how persevering I am, there will always be a better "someone". No matter how long i dedicate my time, other's attention will be more precious than mine. No matter how martyrdom gives away my life for it, it isn't just enough. Why? Because my work does not rely on my sole existence.

I am working so bad, as if there is no tomorrow. Until I realize.. that I am taking my health forgranted.. I miss to spend time with my family.. I neglect to appreciate the best things.. I am starting to be materialistic.. I begin to crave for the misconstrued success. How bad it is after engaging myself to a lifestyle of a workaholic. I am working for the wrong purpose, for the wrong motives.. Simply, I am wrong.

Soon, I understand. There is only one life and it has so much to offer. And it is such a regret to spend it tirelessly in working. I should not work to earn money but to gain worth. Hard to say, but I should say money is only an added bonus. There is time for everything. To work. To share. To spend moment. To appreciate. To travel.

Indeed, to travel. To explore new places. Seems splendid. Seems extravagant. But the world is not created only for the rich to see, so, why would i worry? Why would I hesitate when I could budget my limited resources and haggle my expenses? Why would I falter when all i need to do is plan ahead, get everything fixed, file a leave, bring along loved ones, take my sunglasses and hola! Feel life.. fall in love to what God has designed for us!

Whew! Now I am working to death to live a couple of days in another world. Ironic, i have to figuratively die to live again.. :-)