1. 01-31-12


    Why not? What is it that you think is improbable? What is the basis of your most certain belief? When was the last time you sat down to think about the course of things? Why not do it everyday?

    Last year, hundreds of tons of dead fish surfaced in the waters of the Philippines, China, America, Malaysia and others. A massive torrent swamped the Northern Mindanao area in the Philippines and caused irreparable damage and numerous casualties. A massive amount of radiation found its way into the atmosphere above Japan due to an earthquake of epic proportions. Tornadoes continued to whirl across America. Floods raged through Queensland in Australia. There’s just too much to list down.

    We all believe that disasters are highly improbable events. Why do they happen? I have no answer to that question. They could have been caused by a multitude of things that we do not mostly see. The fact is they happen. And, why not?

    In life, mostly nothing is a win-win situation. Oftentimes, we need to lose in order to win at a later time. A win might lead to a loss that we must experience in order to learn something anew. I don’t know all things but I always ask, why not?

    In everything, there is solace if we seek for it. In the face of the highly improbable, I prefer to embrace it and respond accordingly. However, I confess that I do wrong most of the time. Whether events bring about a time of mourning or joy, I must move on.

    I never thought two words on a page could mean so much. I have no idea why Camille typed those very words when we met. Maybe the right contemplation is— Why not?

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  2. 01-30-12


    I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree

    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

    A tree that looks at God all day,
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

    A tree that may in Summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair;

    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
    Who intimately lives with rain.

    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only God can make a tree.

    —“Trees” by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  3. 01-28-12



    Enough

    “How much do you want what’s on the other side?” 

    If I was asked this question in the past, my answer would have been a grim one. I used to quit easily. The other day, I wanted to cave in again but this time, something in me resisted.

    All the criticism and discouragement I have received will always be in the recesses of my heart. It is a constant struggle to bury all those painful words into some unsearchable place. I have drifted to the thought of hating those who curse me with such words but I know that doing so will not amount to anything. It will only make me weaker.

    I had an epiphany today. Words are contagious. If words can inspire, then words can also bring despair. They are like arrows. Flaming arrows can bring terror to a castle that is being besieged. Its walls serve as a defense. If I want to be safe from the enemy, then I must be sure that the walls I surround myself with are dependable. The arrows may scare me but I must have faith.

    Castle walls are like the people we surround ourselves with. They shield us from the hurtful words of others by reminding us that we are not alone in any battle. They give us the confidence to stand up and fight. A castle may be said to have impenetrable walls but if the people inside do not take arms, then the enemy will have a chance to prevail.

    It is my ardent hope that I will learn to use words, spoken or written, to encourage and to inspire. May the words that proceed from my mouth rain water in hearts that are in a drought. I ask forgiveness for the many times I used words to hurt people, especially the ones closest to me. The walls that surround me now allow me to go forth and conquer.

    Whatever it is that is on the other side, I believe that it will outweigh all my hopes and dreams. Any wound I acquire along the way will only last for a moment. Whatever it is that is on the other side, I want it bad enough. 

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  4. 01-27-12


    The less I say, the more I make sense. Words get in the way at times. The emotions that entangle them together make them too sharp for the ears. Some things are meant to be kept secret.

    Lissa, you do not know how much I value your trust.

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  5. 01-26-12


    Where would I be without my guiding light? When people ask, I tell them that I only get to meet folks who take the time to read their e-mail, look through my work and write back. A lot of people don’t get past the first action for a lot of reasons that I do not even need to think about.

    As a result, I learn to value the people who I do get to meet because they took time out for me. It’s as if I was predestined to come face to face with them. When I’m physically with them, I talk without ceasing because I want to get to know them. In most parts of life, I clam up a lot.

    Kookie had to attend a meeting the day I met her. We were together for only a few hours but it seemed like a lifetime. So much so that I told her that she must’ve been the sister I never had. There’s just something about her.

    Maybe her shoes just cut through me.

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  6. 01-25-12


    Most of the time I do not do things the hard way at first and end up having to go through the whole process again. It’s because I have a tendency to be lazy. I find it amusing that I even try to use easier but less precise methods in the digital darkroom. That never ends well. Do the work. I must do the work. Feanne has inspired me to put thought into art. As a result, I constantly ponder upon my creative process. It is not technique that demonstrates thought. It is constant evolution that does that.

    Most of the time I do not do things the hard way at first and end up having to go through the whole process again. It’s because I have a tendency to be lazy. I find it amusing that I even try to use easier but less precise methods in the digital darkroom. That never ends well.

    Do the work. I must do the work.

    Feanne has inspired me to put thought into art. As a result, I constantly ponder upon my creative process. It is not technique that demonstrates thought. It is constant evolution that does that.

    (Source: edricchen)

     

  7. 01-24-12


    When I first stumbled upon Camille’s blog, I couldn’t help but read through it. This lady has one beautiful soul. Never mind that she’s just in her early twenties. Some people go through life differently and get to experience what it really means to be independent. They usually come out wiser.

    In the past, I thought I was weird and so that made me feel alone. Then, I started meeting people who shared similar thoughts about life. Camille is absolutely right when she said that we share ourselves to wider audiences in order to find people who are like us. Somehow, our little revolutions subtly make way for grander things.

    Recognition does not even matter anymore.

    (Source: edricchen)