Skip to main content
broken biological clock

a lot of things can scew your life up. especially if you dedicate your time to some purpose, and then after giving it your all, and the purpose has been met (or you suddenly lose interest in the purpose), you tend to realize that hey, you dont have anything left to do.

giving your all in an activity that you previously enjhoyed is very rewarding -- at first. then you tend to seek that activity because for the most part, it gave you some sort of direction, purpose, goal... i'm a very busy person, because i choose to be busy. i dont ask for the work, i take on the work. i dont ask for the challenges, i take them. i dont ask for the pain, i just take it.

having to stop what you like doing is very painful for me. to me, that is the worst sacrifice anybody should have to give. doing something that you dont want to do is plain stupid, but sometimes is necessary -- which more often than not we have nothing we can do about. obligation doesn't include the concept of pleasure, and being obligated to do something means that you generally do not want to do it -- but have to because you have to. but doing what you please wouldn't be obligatoryt, but to me is voluntary.

lucky are the people who gain in doing what they are pleased to do, and kudos to those who excel in doing so. but no such luck has befallen me, and all i gain from doing what pleases me is sheer satisfaction -- and no compensation nor gratitude from the benefactor.

i admit, i'm bitter -- but i can't help it, coz i'm obligated to be.

have a nice one...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Appreciating Rizal...

Nope, this is not an academic post. More of a reflective and wrote-because-i-was-enlightened type post. Anyway, I just passed a paper on Rizal's notion of a nation according to Quibuyen (a local writer who devoted a book -- A Nation Aborted -- on his treatise on Rizal). Chapter 6 was an interesting read, and a definite eye opener. Rizal all of a sudden became interesting, especially to someone like me who could care less. It seems that most of what Rizal aims for and wrote about is still evident in today's Philippines as I see it. I wonder why I didn't get to appreciate Rizal and his work when I was still in high school -- might be the fault of the high school and the curriculum, or might be because I was still considerably immature then. I wasn't able to understand most of Rizal's writings though even if I got to reading them basically because they translated from Spanish to Filipino/Tagalog. I don't have problems with Tagalog, until you put it in writing. I

From FOMO to JOMO

Until very recently I believed that I needed to be on top of the latest news and happenings not only in my field (computer science and software engineering) but also in as many things as I can be on top of. This meant subscribing to all sorts of magazines, newsletters, YouTube channels, Twitch streamers, watching TV and live sport events, etc. — I was on top of a lot of the latest happenings, trends, news, interesting developments. I was having fun and I felt busy. What I did not feel was particularly effective nor productive. I felt like I was consuming so much information with the thought that it might be useful someday. When I was younger this wouldn’t have been an issue but I realised that ever since I’ve started taking stock of what I’ve been spending my time on, that a lot of it I’ve been spending just staying on top of things that I really didn’t need to be on top of. This article is about some of the realisations I’ve made in the course of exploring this issue of “FOMO” or

Futures and Options III: Economics, Journalism, or Computer Science

I realise it's been a year since my previous post on this blog, and I've found myself having very little time to do another "brain dump" on the subject of my early choices in life. With that in mind (and as I'll be traveling again soon) I get to think a little more and reflect on a few of the things that have happened. Much like the previous post, this one's set in high school -- where I was part of the swimming team, in a band, had been programming with Turbo Pascal, Java, and then C++ later on, and was about to make a choice that would literally change the course of my life. This one is about the choices I made, and the ones that were made for me. Note: This is part 3 of a series about my early choices in life which have gotten me to where I am today. I would greatly appreciate your feedback and thoughts, as well as for your reading through this series!