When I grow up. . .

Since the development of my cognitive ability to function, to think critically on my own, to form words, to speak, to be both objective and subjective, to be both rational/irrational, to think that I'm actually thinking, I too had the imagination to create an idea in my mind. To dream of what I would become, what I would turn into to, what I would/could be. Like many young, curious kids, I was already picturing myself doing something I love. Of course, the media, academia, and my peers made a huge impact in my process of formulating my ideal future self. Bellow is a list of shoulda/coulda/wouldas. . . when I grow up, I want to be a:

• Scientist
• Doctor
• Lawyer
• Firefighter 
• Writer/Author
• Performer
• Singer/Musician
• Celebrity
• Actor
• Dancer
• Painter/Artist
• Computer Scientist
• Engineer
• Architect
• Animator
• Provider
• Carer 
• Giver
• Magician
• Wizard
• Creator
• Inventor
• Helper
• Director
• Producer
• Lover
• Destroyer
• Smasher
• Collector
• Liberator
• Motivator

. . . To this day, I imagine myself being all of those form of my(SELF); an alternate universe where multiple beings of myself are either one or another. What would my life be if I became one of those mentioned beings? Who knows! As I'm living my current life, there's not a day where I think about this matter over and over again; playing in my head, day dreaming, and eventually made its way in my actual dreams when sleeping. Through this "journey," I realized how powerful the 'mind' is. They say that everyday is a new day. Well I think that there's no such thing as 'tomorrow' per se. Our idea of tomorrow is the actuality of waking up from dreaming; when night turns to day, when darkness is conquered by the light, the sun, when the actual  earth turns toward the light, making the other side oblivious to the rays of the sun and the transition begins again. I like to think that we only invented the words, yesterday, today, and tomorrow as a way to tell our place in time, to be organize, to follow the order, the law (physics, astronomy, chemistry, biology, relativity, you can pick from one of those), and to basically, and ultimately, live life. I'm amazed on how humanity has come a long way since the dawn of time (literally). Our earth, our human/animal species continues to evolve and to find ways to make life easy: to make it easier to live life everyday, to function with no ease, to instill the second nature in daunting tasks and responsibilities of a living human/animal. When it's all said and done, none of this nonsense even matters. This line of reasoning, computing, imagining, and thinking goes on nonstop in my head. [I can't believe I just used the prefix -non- three times in the same sentence]. Random, I know. If you're reading this, have you ever wonder what life is? What is it about? What makes it special? Why are we living? What makes us feel emotions? What/Who created us? Are there any other beings out there that are like us? Who are also thinking of the same things as us? Imagine a mirror of yourself in a different galaxy. How would you look like? How are you able to live everyday? What is life like living in the opposite end of the universe? Again, who knows. I don't know. Is there even anyone out there?

I apologize for the random detour this blog has ventured in to. I hope that like I, you also dream about the great things in life. What could/should/would you be when you grow up? What do you want to be when you grow up? Are you still 'growing'? Who's to say the limits of 'growing up?' Again, I don't know. WHO knows.

Words Unspoken

Two

written by: Jesson Rata

Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different families. One  with an alcoholic mother. The other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one another. Filled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winter. A way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages all. Time heals it all. Time makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it all. Time tells it all. Time knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.