A Life Less Ordinary

I heard something today…from a show I have constantly admired…which sounded really good at the time and made perfect sense with my mood…I hope you dont mind me sharing it…Seeing as it is my blog. People will need to choose their paths. This is very important so please listen closely.

There comes a time where a man has to choose between a life of happiness…or a life of meaning. Now, people think that they can have both…I certainly try like most young people do…but there is no such thing. They are but two different worlds. Like you, I shift myself between them, trying to wed them both. But to be truly happy…a man has to live absolutely in the present…no thought of whats gone before and no thought of what lies ahead. Buddha, I guess. A life of meaning…means to be damned to wallow in the past…and to be constantly obsses with the future.

I think lately I have been trying to have both too hard. Where as it is, I already made my choice a long time ago. Regret is such a bittersweet thing. That is why we have to try to minimize it. Being young as I am, I can’t help it. Mistakes were always meant to happen. I would dive in every single time, knowing the risks of making mistakes, just to make them. The strong can only grow through adversity. And without it, i would be a safe young man back home, who would never have known and never have appreciated what a man of strength,…a man of meaning,…and a man of happiness…truly means.

Being alive is a good thing…I found out that no matter where you go…some people will hate you. Some people will kinda like you…but mostly some people will hate you. They will have nothing better to do than talk behind your back. Maybe at the end of the day, it entertains them to an extent. Which I can never get since I am very fond of them in the first place. But what really bites me is…any other ordinary day I would shrug it off. I would have 99 more important things to do. What they think of me…really dosen’t reflect who I am. My name Is JB Abano…People I know from my favorite hospitals call me "Fox". I am here because the people I tried to help…accidentally got well. And I thank God everyday…and I ask if I can help some more. I love my friends…and a friend sorta reminded me today what it was like to laugh and just be myself. I can never really play the whole drama thing for very long. I dont live to put people down…I think everyone who knows me…know that I always beef people up. It’s why I  am here. I am significantly miserable and clumsy whenever I try being selfish(which always ends up badly anyway). Under tremendous pressure…I am about to take an exam…which I used to think decides who I am. This Holy Week, I implored God for two things. To guide me to complete what I set out to do. And secondly, to help me get people accidentally better again. It is kinda mushy…and i know some of you do not believe in a higher power…but I do…and whatever I do next…that very next step I take…I take it with utmost sincerity. But before anything else, i need to conquer my fears…I am not afraid to show weakness to others…or to give my best to people…I am however afraid of failing and letting people down…but because someone did say that courage was not the absence of fear…but finding the stupdity to face it…and I am glad I got that pegged down real good.

Imagine you can never speak…Not a single sound…….Not a hymm, not a yawn…not a single sigh. Ever. Then Imagine you are given one chance to speak,…What would you say?

Imagine a life so mudane and hopeless…Where everything else is constant…That death would be such a sweet release…Imagine people lining up to jump off that ledge…What would you say?

Imagine the people you love…suffering and in pain…trusting you and your finite wisdom…Hoping you can help take back their lives…Imagine that you are lost…and uncertain of what to do…What would you say?

Imagine you are faced with our Creator…the vastness of His power…the insignificance of you…centered to His attention…Imagine he takes a good long look inside you…What would you say?

Imagine you fell asleep…Reason be damned, you see her again in front of you. Imagine their is nothing else left in this life but to be true…No masks, No circumstances,…and no roles to play…Imagine you were given a chance to whisper…What would you say?

Imagine the swaying of a tree…the flow of a river that would not move an inch…Imagine that world would completely stop, standstill, and listen to you…Imagine the silence that would break on the very next sound you make…What would you say?