Blog Entry #3

Sometimes we start questioning ourselves, society or life in general but that doesn't mean we have to find the answers right away; it's best to leave some of our ideas alone every once in a while, so we don't have to put up with ourselves going over and over the same questions without even finding a broad answer that actually meets our expectations and leaves us completely satisfied.

The problem with questioning oneself about the world is that the more and more questions you make, (contrary to what one expects) the more confused you get because of the uncertainty of everything. The truth is no one really has the answers, the majority might be backed up by science yet there's a lot more of what we don't know than what we actually know, so once a question emerges in our heads regarding life itself, the number of queries begins to increase whereby nothing really makes sense anymore, fogging up our minds.
Frankly, from my point of view, every little thing that surrounds us is a construct, we just choose to take it as true because we are taught to accept most things as they are without even doubting its provenance. As soon as you begin second guessing the origin of everything, the rest pretty much becomes irrelevant; you start losing yourself in incertitude, consequently facts stop adding up in your brain and you end up drowning yourself in your own pool of thoughts.

A lot of us spend a considerable portion of our lifetime pursuing happiness. Trying to find our purpose in this world is one of our biggest concerns.

-What am I doing here in this overpopulated world? 

This question has crossed each of our minds at least one time in our lives, never truly leaving until we decide to hold onto something that moves us. "They" tell us we all have a mission on earth, that we were not born for nothing, that it's our job to find what we were "sent" to do and build a life around it, that once we find it, we'll get this feeling of wholeness and everything will be at peace.

But... there's this thought that has been sitting with me in the back of my head (for a little too long now) that I'd hate to admit to anyone because I can only imagine what their face expression would be as soon as they hear the words coming out of my mouth: What if there's not an actual purpose we come to this world for? Since everything is a construct, maybe we just need to believe whatever we want to believe to come at peace with our own selves and then the world.

Do we really need a motor to moves us through life joyfully? Is it wrong if I decide not to think much of it and just choose to "float" through life instead?

At the end of the day, everyone sees things differently, hence it's all about how we perceive things along with the power and faith we have upon ourselves, and the way we decide to approach the different situations life puts us trough.

Blog Entry #2

I've got to admit there's something soothing about writing. It's like escaping all the trouble of life for a couple of minutes, then you feel your worries going with each word you write (must be because you're placing your mind somewhere else, honestly).
My dad always told me not to focus solely on the tree but on the whole forest behind it too. Basically, to deal with what's making you worry you have to try to look at it from another perspective, take yourself out of the situation and consider judging it from an objective point of view. There's always a bigger reason behind all of our issues, our job is to find the root of it all. The easier way? The traditional way. But since I, personally, am not all for sharing your problems with the closest people you know, I opt for writing them on paper instead, or just try to list them in my head.

It's important to acknowledge what you're doing wrong, otherwise you are just going to keep doing more wrong and we all know there's only one way everything will go from that point on. We certainly can live most of our lives in denial, yet we'll never really feel truly satisfied until we solve our inner problems and come to peace with ourselves. At this point this just feels like I'm letting out a bunch of random thoughts that don't even make sense anymore.

On that note, who said every entry needed a conclusion?
Anyhow, reflections don't conclude nicely the same day you start thinking about them in real life and this blog is based on real life, which is why I'm leaving this sporadic observations to take place some other night when my brain and my emotions find the time to align once again on this topic.

Blog entry #1

At what point in life does one become a wasted attempt of a blogger? (or wasted attempt of anything, really?)

What has to happen for you to finally put a stop to swallowing all of your feelings, to want to put it all out there? Maybe it's because you can't continue keeping every tiny little detail to yourself, maybe it's eating you alive and you need to let go before you can go on, maybe holding onto them is what it's not letting you be, maybe this is what you need to heal, to fix all of the broken pieces that make you, well, you.

I know what you're thinking. It must be a new low for you; to recur to this as a way of expressing your emotions, just so you can vent to strangers. Strangers online, probably the easiest people to vent to; they listen to (or read) anything you put out there for them. They judge too, but after all one has to go through in life, I guess that can not be the worst part. If I can do life, I can do haters.

I'm just another twenty-year-old teen studying abroad trying to chase someone else's dreams in a whole other continent miles away from home, which gets pretty lonely at times if I must say. English is not my first language but I made the choice to write this in English because I felt like it; plus it seems more inspiring to me. This blog experiment (that's how I'm going to call it) will be useful for when I have to get things off my chest (since suppressing your feelings apparently doesn't make you feel better). However, there's a lot going on inside my head almost all of the time, so, for that moment when I realized it's me the only one who's keeping myself hostage, I figured, why not?

Now, at what point in life does one become a wasted attempt of a blogger? I guess to find out I'd have to try first.