12/13/09

Clarity Is The Acceptance Of Fear

When you possess clarity in your thoughts and the direction in life, you assume that the clarity will last. However, this act of attaching yourself to clear thought, is the beginning of losing it. In order to see things as they are, we must let go of what we fear.

If we are able to calm our minds of fear, we’ll be shocked at how fear can aggravate an innocent situation. We are conditioned to face the good with pleasure and attachment; and the bad with fear and aversion. We must drop the illusion of good and bad as they are ultimately two sides of the same coin. Both good and bad should be faced with a calm objective mind. Fear taints clear thought. It instigates paranoia that totally blinds us from clarity. Blindness impairs us from taking action.

[ Aikido demonstration and free attacks ]

Sometimes, during Aikido training I’m required to defend against attacks, at normal speed, without knowing how the attacker will attack. Anticipating an attack results in lack of clarity, because most of the time, you won’t be able to anticipate an attack correctly. I have to empty my mind of anticipation and fear. This way I can truly see an attack for what it is; and not what I imagine. And my body has been able to respond to an attack without hesitation by blending with the attackers attack.

I realise the key to being calm and retain clarity is to accept that some of my fears may come true. In the case of an attack, it is the fear of being hit. By accepting those fears I can take action to minimise the impact. It beats attaching to my fears and allowing them to claim my sanity. As a martial artist, the moment you lose clarity and calm, you are dead. I suppose the same can be said of life.

Logen L.

12/9/09

Another Emo Post

[Joel, here’s the song played on a piano]

I live in a house of silence. I walk around perpetually with a grumpy attitude so that you are used to it and you wouldn’t know when I’m melancholic. I wish to share my problems with you, but I cannot.

I wished you had supported me through those years of hell for me, instead of affirming my inferiority. Ever since, I no longer know how to trust people with things that truly matter to me. I create fantasies as morphin to the emptiness inside. Do you really know what matters to me as an individual? Or am I just a burden to you?

I hate to see other families laughing over dinner. Why can’t we have a conversation that doesn’t end up in a lecture about life. Why can’t we try something new as family, instead of insisting on the old ways, giving the pretext that money is an issue.

I’ve tried too hard in the past. I’ve already given up. Because I know, you will never listen to my words; even if I were uttering them while standing on the ledge of a building ready to jump to my quietus.

You know… financial issues was never the issue. I just wanted to know and hear that  you loved me and cared about my existence. I just wanted to bond.

When we grow up, we should stop believing in pipe dreams… I no longer believe…

Logen L.

11/24/09

Who Needs Hell When I’m Already In It

I thought I was okay. But I’m not okay. Everything’s a facade. I feel as if I’m dying from the inside.

Who needs hell, when I’m already in it… God is a fairytale we tell ourselves to feel better…

Just a little more, I’ll soon feel apathy. The numbness will take over…

Logen L.

11/17/09

Lost In The Darkness, Hoping For A Sign

I need a break from this. I’m driving myself insane with my stubborn desires and ideals.

[edited out]

I know that I can be strong. Yet certain things that I’m forced to do now is deflating my power.

I cannot stand staring into the eyes of happy hypocrites, who utter fml when little things don’t go their way… There is much more for me to complain about, but I do not. I cannot. That is the burden of secrecy that I have chosen to take on. Instead, I transfer my desperation grumbling about little things like the weather and so on.

Which part of me do you know. In reality nothing…

Just ignore me. I’m just good old insane Logen. Crazy, eccentric, weird…

Logen L.

11/16/09

Nostalgic Stories Waiting To Be Penned

After a long hiatus from writing poetry and proses, I find myself drifting. I am at heart a story-teller. I like to immerse myself in different worlds and dimensions, feel the moods and hear the thoughts of my characters. I find myself wanting to write lately, but cannot find the time to do so.

My emotional turmoil from the period of depression channeled my efforts in creating worlds within my head. It was the time when pain allowed me to be creative. And the byproduct of such dark creativity was slightly morbid stories and gothic characters.

It was my way of keeping myself sane. I couldn’t trust anyone enough to confide in, and writing ambiguously was an outlet for pain to be released.

Yes. I find myself lately to be in a gothic mood. I smell nostalgia in the air. I unconsciously summon vivid memories of the past. It was regrettable, but necessary…

Logen L.

11/14/09

Managing Time and Failing To Do So

I find it increasingly difficult to enjoy life. Every bleeding week is punctuated with major assignments or events. Every ‘free’ minute I have is devoted to tutorials, assignments and projects. I need solitude to ground myself in what really matters to me as an individual. I may seem extroverted, but I’m really an introvert at heart.

I get frustrated with myself to ‘hang out’ with friends and not go home when the schedule is so fucked up. ‘Hang out’ simply means waiting in school; for what, I don’t even know. I want to become disciplined and proactive with time management. Yet, I end up lying in bed on Saturday afternoons for a nap to catch up on sleep.

Naruto doesn’t make me happy anymore. Harry Potter has moved on from my life. I didn’t have time to spend on Avatar.

If this is an indication of how life as an accountant, auditor or financial analyst will be like… it sucks…

I envisioned my life to be fulfilling and calm and of course punctuated by bull crap once in a while. The life of living bull crap is crap…

Logen L.