The other side of trying hard
The other side of trying hard is either trying hard or finally finding your own.
The other side of trying hard is like choosing between having a debate on methods of inquiry or simply having a lunch out with the esteemed and now, motherly, Dr. Clarita Carlos of 199. You want to think and be critical for one afternoon; but having an honest and warm conversation is what you actually need.
The other side of trying hard can be right straight to the point. Say for example, spending the whole day renovating the CSSP Student Council. You know that you'd be drained the whole day moving things around instead of being in step with batchmates advancing the knowledge with their review of related literature. However, come to think of it, this is the path I chose. I have committed the chance of having cumlaude honors to God's grace and have been less concerned with it though in my mind, the prospect is worth having. I am a Councilor, the Secretary-General of the CSSP Student Council. Wrong as it may seem, I will not deny that my mind set has oftentimes regarded this position and this responsibility with more regard and even distinction than simply being cumlaude.
Asked whether he would choose the laude or the chance to be Council member, Sir Clemente of Psychology chose the latter for obvious reasons he decided to consider noble and worthit than a million accalades to self. But of course, we and Sir Ton would rather have both. Being an honor student after all is also indicative of your character and competency. He did get both. As for me, hehe, it is a toss up.
In the ultimate analysis, I believe what makes you sleep well in the late hours of night makes you a better man. I think I have made that choice. So will all of us.
The other side of trying hard can come easily to you in ways you need not find out. Like last Friday, our EU wizards, though failing in a buzzer-beating game, did me and the university proud. Hey, that comes instantly. Can one find being happy for another easier than oneself? Right now, I say yes. Mr. Sadeghi-Tajar accompanied me until I finally got a cab ride home. We were in an urban trap. Friday, rush hour, people with salary, in Origas? Whooo. So we, with Sir Kraft at a time, walked full circle from SM Megamall to Shangri-la to the Podium and back to Shang. Did not matter as the falling action of the day which was the evening Ortigas skyline and very sensible and intelligible statements from Patrick made it a lot easier. That comes instant to anyone...good advice from a friend.
The other side of trying hard can be relief or can be more pressure. It can be forcing yourself to read Karl Deutsch and Ernst Haas for they are after all, your conceptual framework. Or it can be this simple chance to have a light bulb lit up before turning on the switch.
Convulated elaborations... a parody of my oxymorons?
I am the self-cancelling character in your classic novel. I am Othello, then I am Brutus, and then I am Romeo.
The other side of trying hard to be someone you are not is being someone you are. Then again, if this is not available to you, then the other side of trying hard can be trying hard in its other form. I have been that way sometimes. No one is exempt.
I was having a discourse with a "stalker" of mine over the sms. The funny feeling that you're sharing bits and pieces of you in form of your opinion and life story to someone you do not know, and worst of all, plays around with your curiosity until semestral break has seemingly died down out of convenience. We were talking about truth and eventually, lies. It was getting a bit philosophical. I used my debunking argument which I use to end or get an end to a circling debate, which is postmodernism. I was really not in the mood. In this sense, I was trying hard to accomplish two things as sly as I am (1) get his opinion in return and (2) get him or her to open up details which he or she maybe concealing in that slowly becoming infamous character to me called the "bear hunter".
Trying hard indeed.
So I guess Alexander was right, or some Greek before him: "Fortune favors the bold." And though boldness is something I admire in men, fortune-seeking is not.
What is fortune? What is destiny? Is it set or do you let it unravel at the moment of attack?
I have been victim of this so-called destiny, so much so, I deny its existence. Is someone your destiny? Can someone be that one soulmate? In our 199, we have destroyed that notion. I am still entitled to my opinion anyhow. And that is, trying hard to believe in something or someone that is not there for you and will cost you friendship(s) in the end is the delirious other side of trying hard.
The better half is, perhaps, letting go and thinking clearly. Or is it?
I am a hopeless romantic. I am an idealist to a certain extent. I find it hard to accomodate these interpretations as my way to go about my issues.
Bottomline, live your lives the way you should. God be your guide and to my certainty, good things follow.
What is the way one should live his/her life?
I dare not prescribe for there is no one path, no one easier shortcut to take.
Perhaps doing what is right at any given instance is a proper start.
That's impossible you may say. Of course, but did that ever stop you from trying?
The other side of trying hard is like choosing between having a debate on methods of inquiry or simply having a lunch out with the esteemed and now, motherly, Dr. Clarita Carlos of 199. You want to think and be critical for one afternoon; but having an honest and warm conversation is what you actually need.
The other side of trying hard can be right straight to the point. Say for example, spending the whole day renovating the CSSP Student Council. You know that you'd be drained the whole day moving things around instead of being in step with batchmates advancing the knowledge with their review of related literature. However, come to think of it, this is the path I chose. I have committed the chance of having cumlaude honors to God's grace and have been less concerned with it though in my mind, the prospect is worth having. I am a Councilor, the Secretary-General of the CSSP Student Council. Wrong as it may seem, I will not deny that my mind set has oftentimes regarded this position and this responsibility with more regard and even distinction than simply being cumlaude.
Asked whether he would choose the laude or the chance to be Council member, Sir Clemente of Psychology chose the latter for obvious reasons he decided to consider noble and worthit than a million accalades to self. But of course, we and Sir Ton would rather have both. Being an honor student after all is also indicative of your character and competency. He did get both. As for me, hehe, it is a toss up.
In the ultimate analysis, I believe what makes you sleep well in the late hours of night makes you a better man. I think I have made that choice. So will all of us.
The other side of trying hard can come easily to you in ways you need not find out. Like last Friday, our EU wizards, though failing in a buzzer-beating game, did me and the university proud. Hey, that comes instantly. Can one find being happy for another easier than oneself? Right now, I say yes. Mr. Sadeghi-Tajar accompanied me until I finally got a cab ride home. We were in an urban trap. Friday, rush hour, people with salary, in Origas? Whooo. So we, with Sir Kraft at a time, walked full circle from SM Megamall to Shangri-la to the Podium and back to Shang. Did not matter as the falling action of the day which was the evening Ortigas skyline and very sensible and intelligible statements from Patrick made it a lot easier. That comes instant to anyone...good advice from a friend.
The other side of trying hard can be relief or can be more pressure. It can be forcing yourself to read Karl Deutsch and Ernst Haas for they are after all, your conceptual framework. Or it can be this simple chance to have a light bulb lit up before turning on the switch.
Convulated elaborations... a parody of my oxymorons?
I am the self-cancelling character in your classic novel. I am Othello, then I am Brutus, and then I am Romeo.
The other side of trying hard to be someone you are not is being someone you are. Then again, if this is not available to you, then the other side of trying hard can be trying hard in its other form. I have been that way sometimes. No one is exempt.
I was having a discourse with a "stalker" of mine over the sms. The funny feeling that you're sharing bits and pieces of you in form of your opinion and life story to someone you do not know, and worst of all, plays around with your curiosity until semestral break has seemingly died down out of convenience. We were talking about truth and eventually, lies. It was getting a bit philosophical. I used my debunking argument which I use to end or get an end to a circling debate, which is postmodernism. I was really not in the mood. In this sense, I was trying hard to accomplish two things as sly as I am (1) get his opinion in return and (2) get him or her to open up details which he or she maybe concealing in that slowly becoming infamous character to me called the "bear hunter".
Trying hard indeed.
So I guess Alexander was right, or some Greek before him: "Fortune favors the bold." And though boldness is something I admire in men, fortune-seeking is not.
What is fortune? What is destiny? Is it set or do you let it unravel at the moment of attack?
I have been victim of this so-called destiny, so much so, I deny its existence. Is someone your destiny? Can someone be that one soulmate? In our 199, we have destroyed that notion. I am still entitled to my opinion anyhow. And that is, trying hard to believe in something or someone that is not there for you and will cost you friendship(s) in the end is the delirious other side of trying hard.
The better half is, perhaps, letting go and thinking clearly. Or is it?
I am a hopeless romantic. I am an idealist to a certain extent. I find it hard to accomodate these interpretations as my way to go about my issues.
Bottomline, live your lives the way you should. God be your guide and to my certainty, good things follow.
What is the way one should live his/her life?
I dare not prescribe for there is no one path, no one easier shortcut to take.
Perhaps doing what is right at any given instance is a proper start.
That's impossible you may say. Of course, but did that ever stop you from trying?
posted by green and black chancellor at 9:22 PM
1 Comments:
hmn...
it seems to me that you have been reading too much hempel and elster and follesdal and martin and mcintyre and ho and weber and nagel and rosenthal. you have too much philosophy stuck up in there. try to breathe a little easier man. maybe you are choking yerself too hard. dont swallow what you cannot place in a spoon (but what if nagkakamay ka?) also, i felt that i may be trying too hard too... hehe nope i dont think so, i guess i just said that to comfort you a little. take it a easy a little. thats the reason a heart attacks are the number one male killers. well that is because rejection kills us but we still live to tell the tale... tee-hee...
you take care of yourself now okay?
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