Warm Cocoa Thoughts
I find that Sunday mornings are best to begin or end the week with, depending on which day you start counting. I am a church-going Christian, quite young in the faith, and presently struggling to get better everyday, only by grace.
To hear the word of God is how I like to begin my week because it reminds me of who I am, where I stand, and it gives me all important pointers on how to go about with the business of living day to day, which isn't exactly as simple as it sounds. Nothing ever changes, life is really stressful.
I have been of different mindsets while growing up, but lately I have settled down with the realization that the motions that I go through each day are really moves to simplify my life, and to have a peaceful and happy home.
I took the long and winding way about it, to be sure, although even at the time that I've yet to identify the thing I wanted most in life, it was always coming home at the end of each day that was the best part for me. Oh yes, there were a few times in my life when the last place I wanted to be was home, and those were the times that I felt to be the most depleted, when I felt like I was farthest from whatever it was I truly wanted.
Going for the usual goals of wealth, beauty and fame unavoidably sidetracks, and even gets into the way of happiness. A person without could even only aspire for one of those, while someone who has a little of all in small doses couldn't get enough. Those who have all of it in megadoses do not really know what to do with it. Look at people in Hollywood, like Paris Hilton, who is the poster girl for this kind of lifestyle. Do I envy her? No, not a bit.
As for me, my conquest for beauty hasn't taken me anywhere near it that I wanted to be. Come on, a 32-inch waistline couldn't lie. As for wealth, I'd say that a Swatch and a Rolex are both instruments that tell time, and I have a couple of both. The one thing certain is that I would get me another watch given the opportunity. Put it another way, I have less and I find myself wanting. I have more and I can never say I have enough. It's all the same, really. As for fame, I certainly do not lose sleep for not being Kris Aquino. Really so not.
Meanwhile, the best way to end a Sunday is to savor a mug of creamy, warm cocoa, not too sweet, good for the heart, and good for the soul, taken in slow tiny velvety sips, with toes wiggling at the hem of favorite flannel pajamas, while typing away these very thoughts before going to sleep. My lovely bed awaits, as the one waiting to hug me. Sunday evenings are best, and there's absolutely no place like home.
Goodnight and sweet dreams.
Filed Under: Life
To hear the word of God is how I like to begin my week because it reminds me of who I am, where I stand, and it gives me all important pointers on how to go about with the business of living day to day, which isn't exactly as simple as it sounds. Nothing ever changes, life is really stressful.
I have been of different mindsets while growing up, but lately I have settled down with the realization that the motions that I go through each day are really moves to simplify my life, and to have a peaceful and happy home.
I took the long and winding way about it, to be sure, although even at the time that I've yet to identify the thing I wanted most in life, it was always coming home at the end of each day that was the best part for me. Oh yes, there were a few times in my life when the last place I wanted to be was home, and those were the times that I felt to be the most depleted, when I felt like I was farthest from whatever it was I truly wanted.
Going for the usual goals of wealth, beauty and fame unavoidably sidetracks, and even gets into the way of happiness. A person without could even only aspire for one of those, while someone who has a little of all in small doses couldn't get enough. Those who have all of it in megadoses do not really know what to do with it. Look at people in Hollywood, like Paris Hilton, who is the poster girl for this kind of lifestyle. Do I envy her? No, not a bit.
As for me, my conquest for beauty hasn't taken me anywhere near it that I wanted to be. Come on, a 32-inch waistline couldn't lie. As for wealth, I'd say that a Swatch and a Rolex are both instruments that tell time, and I have a couple of both. The one thing certain is that I would get me another watch given the opportunity. Put it another way, I have less and I find myself wanting. I have more and I can never say I have enough. It's all the same, really. As for fame, I certainly do not lose sleep for not being Kris Aquino. Really so not.
Meanwhile, the best way to end a Sunday is to savor a mug of creamy, warm cocoa, not too sweet, good for the heart, and good for the soul, taken in slow tiny velvety sips, with toes wiggling at the hem of favorite flannel pajamas, while typing away these very thoughts before going to sleep. My lovely bed awaits, as the one waiting to hug me. Sunday evenings are best, and there's absolutely no place like home.
Goodnight and sweet dreams.
Filed Under: Life
Tags: Kris Aquino, Paris Hilton
Poppycock | 10/03/2004 |
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