Desiderata

As a requirement to my LIT 103 class, here is my own DESIDARATA:

Accept life as it is, an impermanent world of cause and effect. Expect no magic. Live everyday as if it were your last and make the most out of it. Avoid idle moments.

Appreciate people around you. Love your family. Treasure old friends. Welcome new ones but be extra cautious. Find your own somebody who will be there always beside you.

Be honest in everything you say or do. A guilty conscience is an intolerable load to carry.

Defy mediocrity. Be the best that you can be. Challenge yourself. Never settle for just okay. Give your all to things that you do. Risk. Be open to new opportunities and possibilities.

Listen to yourself. Give yourself some time alone, away from the noises of this worldly life. It is nourishment to both the soul and the mind. Determine your outlet of emotions but make sure it is not harmful to anyone.

Rant NOT!

Yes, I am an Economics major. But since I'm enrolled in a college which is centered on arts and humanities, I am required to take up 12 units of Literature class, three units per semester. I am cleared with the six units which left me with two more terms full-packed of reading materials, sublimity and what-others. Modesty aside, I enjoyed just a little of my Lit classes though I'm a big fan of reading and obviously, writing.

For this academic year's first semester, I am taking up a full-three hour class every Monday with a professor I honestly don't like. Everything is just too overdone. From the gargantuan pile of reading (which I can withstand *for now) to the very obsessive - compulsive house rules, fillers, grade sheet and MEA CULPA late forms. The last time I checked, I am in my junior year in college, not in third grade.

Enough of this shit. I don't have any option to escape this course, anyway. Dropping isn't an option, it's just cowardice.

So, the reason for this entry is not to rant. I am to write my own desiderata in reflection to that of Max Erhmann's. So, what are my most desired things?

Maybe the next post will contain them. As of now, my mind's processing. It's a bit slower after uploading a lot, I mean A LOT of shitloads of world literature.

IN LIMBO

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Does it really do? What if, in the middle of all the missing and longing, the feeling just melted away?

I'm just being nostalgic over a friend who has been with me in our own transitory periods. I can't help but feel neglected after spending at least a half and a quarter of my vacation with her before entering the world where I am in right now. It was a-little-more-than-friends-but-less-than-lovers type of a relationship. A very special friendship, indeed. What happened, then? I don't know, honestly. Our communication just stopped. I tried reviving it, though, but to no avail. Maybe, we're just both busy making progress in our lives. But, is one day of chatting over a cup of coffee too much to ask?

Hasty things last shorter than we expect it to. We were super friends in a blink. And in a snap, we're I don't know. Is hanging on the right thing to do? Should I wait a little longer?

I'm losing the reason to hold on. Yes, I have friends who I barely see now, but still, I feel inside me that they are here with me in spirit. There is like an invisible thread keeping us tied to each other. But this one? It's like that critical line has been fully cut.

I am in the middle of nowhere for quite some time now. It's like I'm longing for nothing, missing for no one. In that notion, should I keep myself in limbo and hope? Or is it pragmatic to just give up the thought of revival and move forward?