Santa Love

Last night, I watched ‘Kate and Leopold’ for the nth time. Just when I thought I had memorized every word, every line, I missed just about the most important conversation of the story.
It was eight in the evening and Kate found herself mesmerized by the candlelight and the sound of the violin. Standing near the table at the rooftop Leopold escorted her to an unforgettable dinner, followed by a dance.
There, she told him, “…I’ve never been good with men…” “…love is only a fairytale for adults, like Santa Claus for children…” “…no one can live in a fairy tale life…” (paraphrased, but exactly what I wanted to point out)
This is perhaps one of the reasons why I created this blog. While I admire Kate for her strength, her will to survive in a man’s world, she has hardened her heart, afraid to love, to give in. The perfect example of the modern woman.
I only hope that I will not be like her, toughened by life and all the misfortunes it could bring. I could only wish that I’d be able to keep the spark of hope in my life, that there is a happy ending for me.
If there’s none, there would still be an eternity to wait.

A New Thing Everyday

This morning I looked in the mirror, the light illuminating my face. I saw that my pupils aren’t black, like I’ve always thought they were. Imagine my surprise when I saw that they were actually dazzling brown! Amazing!

Funny, because ever since I started this blog, I notice something new about myself everyday. Things that I never saw before, maybe because I was too busy or too careless to realize.

That had me thinking, there must be a lot of things that I don’t know about myself. I am not certain if other people have already known these qualities long before I have, but it’s still a great discovery for me, knowing that I have unique qualities.

I’m sure He made me special and unique. And even if I haven’t discerned my purpose in this world yet, I do not feel anxious or afraid, because as long as I know who I really am, and I try to do good things even in my own little ways, I know that He will smile down at me.

I don’t even care about what other people think anymore! As long as I don’t mistreat them, I don’t think that they can say anything that can bring me down. So, no worries, eh?

Ergo, I would like to discover different sides of me from now on. Sounds like so much fun, right?
How about you? Noticed something new lately?

If I were a boy, I’d probably wonder what I’d do if I were a girl.

In my sixteen years of existence in this world, I’ve always wondered why people love to put themselves on others’ shoes.

I mean, questions like, “What would I do with a billion dollars?”, “How does it feel to be an only child?”, or “If I would acquire a superpower, what would it be?” have probably crossed our minds once or twice in our lives. It’s hard-wired into our brains that others are better off than we are, that greener pastures are just around the corner.

While this is truly a great pastime for some, it bothers me to think that people are not satisfied with who and what they are. It’s like buying a bottle of Coke, and hoping that it’d taste like Pepsi.

Sounds pretty useless to me, because no matter how hard we deviate from reality, hoping to have some superpower to escape a boring life, we can never change who we really are.

It’s best to accept the cold, hard facts of life that to end up regretting the time wasted on wishing we were somebody else.

As someone wise wrote, “Never compare yourself to anyone. You make think they are better or worse than you are, and end up being depressed or conceited…”

The Last Utopian

I am quite certain that you’ve heard of the phrase “the first day of the rest of your life”. This is exactly how I feel today.

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning, something that rarely happens to me these past few days. Everything usually  seemed so important, so urgent that I couldn’t even hear myself talk. But today, I realized something most of my peers wouldn’t, at least until they get older, something that could change my life forever.

People don’t regret the things they’ve already done. (Okay, sometimes we bang our heads against the wall thinking, “that was the dumbest, most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my entire life…”; then we get stiff necks for looking back too much and move on with our lives.) Rather, people regret the things they did not do, while they still had the chance.

So, I thought to myself: why wait until I have old-timer’s disease and I don’t even remember what I wasn’t able to do, when I still am 4 months shy of Seventeen?

My plan: create a blog, telling the world of my adventures (and misadventures, too) as I take the journey to self-improvement. And, making a little difference isn’t that bad too, right?

Dear reader: I, Pia, would like to welcome you to my life. It may be far from perfect, but it’s the only one I have.

And I plan to make the most out of it.