The Path…

poem by dehl. inspired by the hesitation to follow a dream.

We all have the desire to achieve. In order to fufill that, we ought to do something. Sitting and waiting will definitely not help. Act now or never. Have the courage to make the first move and take that all-important first step onto a path you know will lead to your goal.

GO…

But do not rush. Rather, take one step at a time. Achieving a goal requires patience as the path leading to it will undoubtedly present itself with obstacles. Pessimistic? Maybe, but you and I have lived long enough to realize that there has never been a straight and an easy way to getting what we want.

KEEP WALKING, though difficult. Acknowledge that the journey is not perfect…

Life itself is neither simple nor straightforward. We often contend with personal and worldly hurdles to be able to enjoy a smooth-sailing existence. Our pursuit of that which we want to achieve becomes easier if we accept that there are inevitable hindrances along the way.

TAKE A BREAK…Rest.

We have to work hard towards what we aim to accomplish. It can be done instantaneously or longer than planned. Some of our strategies can be successful or not. All of these can result to physical and mental exhaustion. Know when to stop and renew that depleted energy.

DON’T GIVE UP.

Keep on going. Never lose hope. The end result we want becomes less elusive as we trudge along. The path we decided to follow will eventually lead to that which we so desire.

REFLECT…

Each stride we make onto this path to deal with the obstacles come with valuable lessons. Remember them. They will come in handy for chasing other goals and dreams.

Now, set a goal. Choose a path. Read the above all over again.

Waves Are Like…

(inspired by a quiet early morning stroll along the beach)

Waves come and go, like the people we encounter now and then.

They either come, stay and become significant parts of our lives. Or they come but go, thus leaving us with fleeting and/or lasting memories.

Waves are temperamental and at times, unsettling. Such are our daily struggles and troubles which may come smoothly or savagely. Either way and whether we are ready or not, we’ve got to deal with them. Or shall I say, ‘surf’ through them.

We often want problems to come slowly and mildly, giving us enough time to organize our thoughts and maybe even get creative on how to confront them. But just us the strong waves rush to shore, so too some of life’s negativities. They get slammed right infront of us.

Keep in mind though, that just as the waves come and go, so too are the challenges in our existence. As long as the planet exists, these waves will undoubtedly find their way back to you and me.

Suffice to say that as long as we breathe, there will be challenges to meet and greet:)

Waves can be seen as ordinary or otherwise.

Take a walk along the beach at sunrise. Put away your mobile phone. Be free to feel the fresh and cool morning breeze. Listen to the sound of the gentle splashing of the waves as they reach the land.

Beautiful. Peaceful. Soothing.

Quite out of the ordinary.

Unfortunately, just as the waves have the ability to bounce back and forth, life lost hasn’t and cannot. We all know it ends with one final gasp of air. The last breath.

This is a harsh reminder that we’ve only got one chance to live. One.

No matter how mundane it is, we have to make everyday of our existence worthwhile.

Now, take a break from the hectic hustle and bustle of your life and go to the beach…

(all photos are my shotsūüėä)

A Photography Journey: I Got Blocked!

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I have recently joined an online photography community but got blocked without warning after posting just a few photos of my own. It was such a disappointment. I choose carefully which groups I want to join that is why I found it harsh that I was dropped instantaneously. Just like that. What have I done wrong? I had to find out.

Oh, of course! I defied its guidelines! Fair enough.

In my excitement, I got carried away and skipped reading through the posting rules and regulations.

Rules are rules. I get it. But, maybe a reminder first before blocking?  Other administrators do that. They give a gentle reminder to those who have failed to comply and the member/photographer simply edited his post. It‚Äôs different for repeat offenders, of course. By all means, block ‚Äėem!

It has been weeks since, but as of this writing, I am still blocked by the said online community. So, even if I want to, there’s no way for that mistake to be rectified. Shame…

I must admit though that being blocked taught me these lessons:  what  ‘street photography” is all about and to absolutely read and obey the community guidelines.

Have you ever been blocked? Just like that? Thoughts?

Here‚Äôs more of  my photography journey: Finding My Place

 

 

Seating Arrangements

It matters (a lot) to some people where they sit and with whom when attending any gathering.  Have you ever thought of declining an invitation to a party because you were dreading the seating arrangement?

How about the person who is assigned to allocate seats? ¬†It must be daunting because the person in charge of this task gets the most flak if perceived to be wrong. (my sympathiesūüėä)

Notwithstanding all its positive intentions, seating arrangements can be alienating for some. If you’re seated with people you barely know, you’ll have to worry about what to talk about and it might turn awkward if one is unable to maintain a free-flowing conversation.

When a group of ¬†friends is made to seat together and you’re not with yours, ¬†the thought of being treated unfairly kicks in.

Seating arrangements can also be deemed by others as degrading. When colleagues are seated with VIP’s and at the front, you, who are seated with strangers at the back or in one corner, would perceive it as being undervalued. Would you attend similar events again?

For those who are not bothered about seating arrangements, they’d appreciate the ¬†idea that they ought to get know more about other people. They can worry about who they are going to sit next to but at the same time, they get excited in anticipation. ¬†They are aware that they have to adapt and just look forward to that part of the party when the music starts and everyone abandons their seats with pleasure to freely mingle with anyone. That part of the party where the goers just let their hair down.

Well, sod the seating. Just be yourself and have fun,

The Kind of Writer I Am

My blog has been idle for some time now. It made me think of the reasons why. Thus, discovering who I might be as a writer/blogger.

Time constraints? It is a cliche but I simply lack the time. It was when I took a break from work that I got interested in blogging. My mind was full of ideas and and I have had more time then to put them into writing.

Being back to work full-time has made me just want to come home at the end of every shift and rest and relax. Oh, yes. I’ve tried to concentrate and write after work or on my days off. I have always managed a few sentences until I felt ‘I just wanna laze out as I’ve got work (again) tomorrow’.

So to be able to write, I need THE time…enough time.

Writer’s block? It shouldn’t be. Inspiration abounds! Life never runs out of experiences to opine on. The problem occurs (I know that now) when I play safe on how to express these opinions. While others are bold and gutsy about a lot of issues, I’m not. I always have to rack my brains out to find the right and acceptable words to use for fear of reprisals. And when I can’t, I get frustrated, I stop.

There you go, that says a lot about me as a blogger. I have created my own ‘writer’s block’. When will I muster enough courage to tell it as it is?

Language barrier? Okay, I am lucky that in my home country, the medium of instruction is English and correct grammar¬† is strictly enforced. But, even so, English is not my first language. Finding the right words when writing means the right English version, too. It is easier to articulate one’s thoughts and emotions by using a familiar language or dialect. This is true to both writing and when in a normal conversation.

Therefore, in my attempt to get my point across clearly, my rough drafts get shelved for proofreading and editing again and again until they get dismissed and unpublished.

So maybe, this is the kind of writer/blogger I am:

I need time.

I hesitate to tell it as it is.

Perfectionist (if this is the right term) with words.

Does it matter if these traits are right or wrong if they do get me into writing?

Am I even a writer at all?

When Lightning Strikes Twice

Affirmative. It did. I have barely got back on my feet and started¬†believing that things were getting better, when, like the first time, lightning struck without warning. Another shocking truth revealed. This couldn’t be happening!

This time, it was more forceful, more poignant and more painful. It totally knocked me off balance.

I thought of all the others who got hit the first time and have been trying their best to move on. They have worked really hard hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel. But, has the strike of a second lightning, a more disheartening truth, rendered those efforts useless? And I can’t help but ask: Was I taken for a fool that I didn’t deserve to know the absolute truth the first time?

I am not angry. I don’t think I will ever be. However, I am deeply hurt to the core of my being. I may have every right to be. Well, give me that, at least.

What now?

My heart bleeds. I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Nevertheless, I have accepted the blow and have resolved to bravely live with it. Now and then, I force myself to stop those tears from flowing because crying neither stops nor changes the harsh reality of it all.

You see, discovering a lie for the first time, becomes an impetus for a massive shake-up of your personal beliefs.

Being struck with another lie the second time around, your world crumbles and then buries you with it. It numbs and sucks the life out you. It can kill.

What keeps me going? Unconditional love.
It stops me from blaming anyone including myself. Stop the blame. Live the game called life.

It makes me sane and be understanding of why lightning hasn’t struck once but twice.

It keeps the suffering under control.

Whatever happens next, unconditional love is a weapon that I am unable to surrender to the enemy. I will fight with it, not just today or tomorrow but definitely for eternity.