The mind, more than to seek answers, is designed to even ask more questions.

• If choice is what makes man free, why then were we not able to choose if we want to live or not, or who our parents will be?
• Is to live in the “here and the now” possible – when “now” is inabsolute and always passing? Is now this minute, this hour, this day, this year or this lifetime?
• Why would the universe be so unfathomably expansive if only earth would be the inhabited planet? In the light that other forms of life exists somewhere else in this cosmos, do they know God as we do? Do they seek salvation also? Do they also think that they have free will? Would they have heads and feet like humans do?
• If love is universal, then why does race, gender, age have to matter? Why can’t we just love anyone we feel like loving?
• Is it really possible to give without expecting anything in return? Do we give because it feels good to give? If it feels good to give, then isn’t the act of giving an egocentric act we do to gratify our emotional needs?
• Why do all birds have wings and yet some of them can’t fly?
• If modern science interferes with the natural processes of life (in the sense that we use artificial means of fertilization and we postpone death by medical means) then why did nature permit humans and their brains to evolve, making them capable of discovering to do so? Isn’t progress a natural course of life also?
• If time exists in the universe, and not that the universe exists in time, then will anything ever come to an end?
• If all men are created equal, then how did the concept of ‘envy’ arise? Why do we still will something to become of ourselves? Are we not okay as we already are or are we instead made inequal, and are struggling for equality?
• Can we be free without being responsible? Then why do we feel captives of our responsibilities?
• Does religion put together people or does it segregate among peoples?

Those are on the top of my head right now. I believe there are more to come. I can answer some of those too, but I am interested in hearing others’ perspectives. Feel free to toss your coins.

I.
Bitter, strong, plenty
These are your own words
Served in a silver platter
Large enough to share
But better consumed by one

II.
Bitter, strong, plenty
These are your own words
Frozen but not forgotten
Religiously kept over time
But stays fresh and never expires

III
I thought hard and well
That if I let you eat your words
You’ll never be hungry a day in your life
But I was wrong
For you seem to be gaping in starvation

IV.
Bitter, strong, plenty
These are your own words
Those you spoke and now eat
And now I understand why you still starve
I’ve tasted them and known they were empty

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If Happiness Were a Butterfly
I used to be good at catching butterflies,
When I was a kid, they would fly around me.
I would lurch on the grass,
Until they rest unsuspecting on a near-by leaf.
They would fold their wings together,
‘Til they make themselves at my fingertips’ grasp.
I would give the butterfly a close look,
And soon enough, I would free it anyway.
That was when I was young.
Perhaps the soul of the butterfly,
Was the same soul in me.

Now older, once in a while chasing butterflies,
Still remains as my business.
But I am no longer as good as before.
It often ends up as a futile chase.
Albeit the butterflies never lost their lure,
How their wings flicker in the sunlight
Or how its colors change and glimmer.

Seems butterflies do not trust anymore.
You can see it in their restless flight.
Sometimes they would launch for the heavens,
Til they become out of reach,
Worse, out of sight.
At times, they would dance around in circles,
Until they get tired,
They would rest before one’s very eyes,
And reveal their wings’ complex design.
Too soon this happens,
To even conceive the moment,
Before one can even capture it,
The butterfly is once again,
In its restless flight.

Why has the chase always been,
After that butterfly?
Why not the bee?
Regularly visible and busy.
Why not for that encrusted bug?
Likewise glistening in the sunshine.
Why not for the fly?
Even the one eager to get near.
And sometimes, another butterfly comes along,
More vivid and beautiful,
More trusting and less suspecting,
But it fails to enrapture.

If happiness were a butterfly,
Why has it always been the one that got away?

I was walking with my mom to the church when she realized that her blouse was unbuttoned on its sleeves. She tried buttoning it herself, but after a while realized that she was incapable of doing it herself, so I had to do it for her. I also have a blouse which has a drawstring on its sleeves which I find very difficult to tie into a ribbon. Many gowns have a zipper running on one’s spine, which makes you have to contort in order to zip it up. Most chain bracelets and necklaces are difficult to wear. These things made me dwell on the thought of how the ineptitude of some human designs and inventions can be the very same reason that men are drawn together. It made me think that man can never live in total isolation because at one point or another, he will realize the need for a companion.

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
-Orson Welles

As cited by Hatala, R.J, Loneliness and Aloneness

One of my psychology textbooks says that one may be alone without necessarily feeling lonely. True that. (And isn’t it also true, that despite being in company, one may still feel lonely?)

Taking it from Orson Welles – we are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. I do not think that this is to imply morbidity because to be ‘alone’ may after all be a positive thing. To be alone may mean to be unique. To be alone may mean to be in solitude, and thus be in peace. Aloneness may be an exercise of independence. And perhaps, to realize the beauty of being alone is wise.

However, although seeing solitude and aloneness as a gift, I still believe that the value of good company and relationship remains unsurpassed. Besides, humans are social beings. The very reason that the woman existed is the seemingly needy state of the man. Likewise, the very design of the woman is made to complement the man, thus, a woman alone would also signify fruitlessness, insufficiency.

Supposing that God is indeed perfect, it is odd that even in the first book of the Bible, God is portrayed as though He lacked foresight. Was it because God was making man in His effigy that the man was built alone, because God Himself did not feel the need for a companion? I really believe that Eve was created neither because Adam was feeling lonely nor because life is insufferable alone. Instead, because God is perfect, he just knew how to make things better. And always, man is better with someone. In Adam’s case, he was better with a woman than alone.

Is it a human instinct to revert to being alone? Is this the same reason why we create an artificial environment which makes it feasible for an solitary lifestyle?

We put doorknobs and locks on our doors, so we could secure our houses while we’re gone and no one is around. Then we would just unlock it up when we come home…

…but would it not be better if we had someone to open the door for us, and welcome us home?

We have alarm clocks to shock us up and resurrect us from our deep slumbers…

…but would it not be a great to have a voice to wake us up instead?

We have instant noodles and microwaveable meals so we can grab an immediate bite…

…but would it not be comforting to have a warm meal someone took time to prepare?

Life continues to become increasingly complex and technology, more advanced. Man is continually enabled to live alone and independently. But hopefully someday, we will leave our inventions imperfect as they are, because we secretly enjoy the company of someone who will make us not mind these imperfections.

We can live alone, but it’s so much better if we have someone to share that life with. And yes, we will die alone – but what lifts death from darkness is if we realize that have lived for someone.

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Such a clutter-brain I am. Hope I got the message across though. I just don’t know what to do with these thoughts so I decided to share them.

I’m new to this thing and I’m checking out other blogging communities. This looks fun so I’ll see if this works for me. =) Please feel free to comment, I would really appreciate it.