Ten-word thoughts: Mother

Mother,

From my first breath to my last,

Thank you.

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on sorrow and its guilt

Isn’t sadness invasive, showing up uninvited before your eyelids?

Of course, I am not speaking of what comes with ordeals, but that that dawns upon you with a day you should be grateful came along. Perhaps you are, but the fear of emptiness or its opposite, whatever to you that might be, is crippling.

Have you ever been told anything along the lines of this sadness being a choice? Like many other things that people tend to undermine, that particular numb sorrow is too often misunderstood.

I am not qualified to advise so I will address the matter as it applies to myself. That feeling in me is an odd mixture of silent indifference and dormant frustration. When meddled with, the dormancy subsides into explosive anger.

Why?

Because is it not frustrating for groundless unhappiness to come and claim parts of your life away?

And the guilt of being meaninglessly miserable is past bearing.  I  am grateful for everything, so what right do I have to let the misery in?

But sometimes, I let myself be weak for a few minutes or a few hours. As long as my state doesn’t compromise anyone’s happiness (well, unless prompted), I make peace with guiltless sadness. Because resistance is painful, and dwelling on “you’re only looking for something to cry over,” is excruciating. It’s in the wiring of my brain, I know it, and it sometimes can’t be helped.

But then I breathe, because as complex as the matter is, if a feeling that grave is only one blink away, then perhaps happiness shouldn’t be more than a few cups of coffee farther.


Notes:

Again, this is how I feel and deal with it. Take it as one of those days if you wish. I won’t explicitly delve into anything related to serious, clinical mental health issues (yet?), not mine nor anyone else’s.

 

A little update

If you’ve checked my first post, you’d know that I wasn’t really expecting anyone to take much interest in this blog. To have reached a hundred followers in less than a month is exciting, thank you! And yes, it did have a different address just earlier today. How do you like the new one?

Also, I’ve set up a new twitter account  for writing and reading updates. It is a bit underfurnished at the moment, but I do hope I don’t end up neglecting it.

self-doubt and science degrees

 

One year has passed since I graduated; since I left university with an Honors rolled up in hand and a very well received major in my cap.

One year since I, who was regarded as one of the best in my college, found myself in a stagnant stage of life. No schedules, no semesters, no classes, no job.

And for a while, it ate me up.

I put up a casual front. No job? Sure, I deserve a rest, don’t I? No job? It’s fine, the market’s down, isn’t it? No job? Sure, I’ve been blessed with accepting company; I don’t have mouths to feed now, do I?

“Why are you as stressed as someone who has to support a family?” a stunned doctor asked.

During the past year, mere, temporary self-doubt turned into full-fledged loathing. There were applications all over, forgotten interviews and abandoned emails, crippling anxiety, and self-doubt I’d cultivated and nurtured ever so lovingly.

It is a strange, baseless yet deep-rooted notion that I have. People around me have been alarmed upon noticing that I link my entire worth as a human to relatively meaningless things. Still, I am a believer in intrinsic value. I was a student of science after all; I do know that everything bears its purpose. I know and I know, but do I believe that that applies to me? For the first time in my life, knowing and believing conflicted in my being, jolting me awake in the dead of the night.

Was I really nothing but studies and grades and a terrible sense of humor?

Slowly, the thought I’d been furiously pushing away crept up my spine: No job? Why not? Why them and not me?

That, I’ve always known, is a poisonous thought. The bitterness of comparing yourself to another, the sourness of jealousy and envy, the feelings you can’t help but still manage to agonize over. So I decided to wrap myself up in all that hostility, to isolate myself because was I, with a mentality like that, even worth friends? I withered over the fact that no one reached out. It was terribly lonely, and that only fueled all the anger inside.

While inspiration is everywhere, being that invested in sadness makes everything sound pretentious and depressing. But what makes me feel better? Learning. An absurd thought, I know. But I’ve taken courses, dug up that little nerd, and started writing. Slowly, I found that darkness diminishing. Perhaps it still is not gone, but it soon will be.

I am unsure of what the purpose of this piece is (well, except to maybe release me from this major writing block). Therefore, I’d just be happy with someone taking even the tiniest thing from it. Hell, I’d be happy with someone reading this.

But dear reader, I hope that you always remember that you might feel stuck while everyone rises, but that is just a phase. You can exceed. You are worthy of this life, and so am I.

 

Dumplings

In life, there are only a few things (if any) better than the combination of good food and good company.

A desperate conversation gradually transitioning into laughter is an embodiment of friendship, isn’t it?

I do hope so because otherwise, it will only be the expression of an oversharing other.

Today, I learned to trust a little more. Today, I learned for the thousandth time, that the world is madder than humanly comprehensible. But dear reader, remember that there are things as pretty as dumplings out there.

Fade

There’s something terribly sad about being someone to someone else and then gradually fading into a mediocre existence. Maybe the pinnacle of loneliness (although not alone) is when your value flows from between your fingers while you try your damnedest, against that pride of yours, to gather it all into a past and give it back to that person.

Please deliver your next good news to me first, again.