Moving Forward

My father's house was a nightmare. Your house was a dream. Now I want something in between.

- Cinderella, Into the Woods

This line is what hit me most while I was watching this masterpiece of a musical that Disney has successfully delivered on the big screen. Into the Woods is a story that gives a practical twist on the classic fairy tales that we've known and loved when we were kids, and it makes it so that we'd learn and realize that the world is not something simple and easy to understand.

We don't always get what we want; and like Cinderella, a lot of us really are indecisive on our goals and what we actually like in life. Her journey through the Woods has taught her a valuable lesson that things aren't what they're supposed to be. She may have experienced a great amount of hardship in her father's house and found such heavenly refuge with the prince, but later found that some things are just too good to be true. She later realized that to be truly happy is to find something that gives you purpose. Something not dreamy and not a nightmare, but one that gives her joy no matter what the circumstances are.

It pretty much shows that the woods are the story's symbolism for life. And with life, we learn from the wrong turns and the mistakes that we commit trying to survive and understand life more. We may lose a lot in the process, but we find out that we are not alone and the only way forward is to learn from your mistakes and your losses. It's a harsh reality, but know that there would be people around you who believe in you and would support you through traveling the woods.

So we may lose, and we may grieve because of our losses, but there's always a time when you have to stand up, move on, and continue living with the people who deserve to be a part of your life.

Junk

I have started a handful of blogs thinking that I will never abandon them again, and yet I still did abandon them. I build one and write some posts then end up forgetting about it because I just frankly didn't care anymore. 

I've picked up this old blog that hasn't been updated for four years because let's admit it, I only really need one blog and I can always stop writing any time and just start writing again after a certain period of time.

So what am I writing at this moment? I'm not really sure. Probably just want to do something really productive. Something that I haven't really done seriously since I finished college. Man, that was around 4 years ago.

Let's see where this year takes me. I'm trying my best right now, I really do. LOL, fine I'm saying it but I'm probably not even really gonna be able to do it after some time, but I'll say it anyway. This time I'll really try my best. Giving up's not an option.

So yeah, this is the last rant-y blog post you'll ever see on this blog. I'd be updating this site regularly. Not everyday regularly, just like twice or thrice a week. I need this blog to channel my creativity, not fry my brain thinking of what to post everyday. I need to worry about more important things at the moment.

This is all for now. Ciao everyone and see you on the other side. :]

xoxo,

Bobby

enthusiasm. (from my story. mystery, entry on March 12, 2011)

When was the last time you felt excited for tomorrow?

Things have changed, and still are changing. Some are getting back to what they used to be back then, and some are becoming a new page to write good stories into. Tomorrow is no exception of these changes. By the next day, you would be back on track doing one of the things you love to do. Waking up early and going to that place to sit for a while and listen. You would also start to have a chance to talk to someone again and ask if that someone could give you something that is way too personal to take into account.

There are hesitations, but you somehow want to do this, for you know that it will bring you back to them. You have failed several times in telling them how you really feel, and now’s your chance to tell who you really are and what they really are to you.

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secrets.

Each of us, no matter how transparent, have best kept secrets. We never know what we'll find out of someone or what others might find out about us. Whether important or not, bad or good, we all have something that we hide, for the sole reason that our very personality depends on it. We do our best to keep them hidden, to keep them intact, even if it torments your very soul, we still keep it inside us, for the fear that when it comes out, everything that you built would be considered as a lie. Some secrets destroy other people when it goes public, and some secrets would destroy the face of the person that hid it so well. Some secrets however, are very precious and sweet. Feelings of love, feelings of hidden concern and compassion that you cannot show for you prefer it that way. Secretly having a concern and helping someone important to you. Not letting them know the good things that you do for them. Strange, but it does happen. One thing's for sure, every secret is different, and it's up to us if we reveal them or not, and it's up to that secret, if it will flower up or shower you down with thorns.

credits to http://www.sundaysessions.net for the photo.

when music dies.

We dance and feel for a certain kind of music, but whatever happens when the music dies? Others usually continue with what they were doing and some might not even listen to it again. But when we really felt the music, we tend to repeat it over and over again until it grows in us. But what if we get tired to dancing to that music? What if it starts to die inside us? We continue on, minding other tunes and rhythms in life, the songs forgotten and melodies replaced. It's truly a sad phenomenon, when people just go on with their lives, with faded memories of that once favorite tune, waiting to be played again.

credits to farm4.static.flickr.com for the photo.

do mi sol do.

A great man once told that notes on a chord are like friends. They sound good together and the others won't let the other one down. Music really represents life itself, that's why people fall in love with it and get immersed by its beauty and mystery. That may also be the reason why music has been the language of our hearts. One can find the perfect music for what he or she feels, and if not, they could simply create one that defines a new level of emotion and representation. Music is such a dynamic thing, it exists in so many forms and is deeply mended into history. Music really is a wonderful thing, one worth appreciating, and I thank my friends who made me immerse myself in its magic, cause I'm loving every bit of it.

listen.

Music really gets into our mood. When times get rough, we listen to music. When we feel overjoyed and thankful, we listen to music. When we work or when we do things, we also listen to music. It's everywhere, it's that one thing that still remains a mystery to everyone, why music became a fundamental part of our lives. Why can't we live without it? Why can't we finish our day without ever listening to it? It's really something that we should be thankful of, for without it, I don't think I'll be typing right now for I won't even be existing.