Lessons from a Broken Glass

Lessons from a Broken Glass

Perhaps this experience will not be a fresh one for you to read, but they will always be different on different people's perspective.

I've just broken a glass right now. I kicked that glass towards a bottle of soda that I drank last night and it just shattered into peices. Even it was unintentional, it still happened. Like death of a love one, you never wanted to put an end on the chapter of your life with them, but it just happens.

It certainly wasn't the first time I broke a glass, but there were still three lessons that I've learnt or remembered through this experience of mine. They entered my mind one by one as I go through the proccess of cleaning up my mess. They are the following:

First, don't do things that you just wouldn't like to do. "Kung ayaw mong kumuha ng BP, eh di sana hindi mo na pinilit," my superego is screaming on top of his lungs again. I was watching a Hindi movie immediately before the incident happened. I mean, who'd like to pause, turn his attention away from the movie, or even blink an eye knowing that the story's already near its climax? I still stood up though and get the stethoscope and sphymomanometer. When I pivoted, that's when the incident happened. Perhaps, I should've said "No!" like what you should've said when your parents chose a course for you or when your barkada handed you the cigarette.

Silence, smoking

Silence, Smoking by KG

I'm here again whispering these thoughts to you. I am completely alone right now. Alone in this place where nobody cares for you except the the extra cold winds brought about by recurrent rains. Ironically, I'm still wearing a sando so I needed to pull a blanket. I hear very loud "music" and chattering, seemingly hollering drunkards now but these aforementioned factors will be a hindrance for me to write this. At the least, I challenge myself.

It's really difficult to look for a peaceful place. Even if, you're already in a place with glass-breaking silence, you may still be looking for a more serene place. A place where you can read a book without having to interpret a local song played at the maximum volume at the same time. A place where you feel safe without entertaining some scary thoughts that some people you don't know will barge into your house, scream bad words and break some things with the alibi of being drunk and thus being not fully mindful of what he's doing. I can't tell that it's more peaceful back in our home. Located about 5 kilometers away from the town proper, I can't barely hear there the same noise that I'm forced to listen to right now. I refute that I'm not happy here but it will always be different to be beside your family.

My room is currently being invaded by air and noise pollution. I inhale the same air that's being polluted by smokers nearby. Being here, it seems like I can't do anything but to endure secondhand smoking. I hate it. I never smoked and never will smoke. The thought about a debate I accidentaly watched over the TV some time ago rushed back into my conscious memory again and a key point of one of the debaters made me sensitive to this insensitivity again: "You have the right to smoke as much as

Maraming Salamat! | Thank You! | Dhanyavaad!

I would like to thank God and everybody and everything that he used as an instrument to make this year a very pleasurable and fruitful one.
I can't ask for more.
This should be the most memorable year of my life:

I survived the dreaded Final Exams.
I passed the Mock Board.
I graduated from university. (My mentors were always there to give encouragement)
I recieved an accolade.
I spent a few months to review for the NLE and everything went well.
I passed the licensure examination with a good rating.
I got my first job: I earned my first salary.
I was able to meet lots of people from all around the world, share my knowledge and experiences with them and learn from their culture.
My beloved friends are always there to give specks of inspiration.
I have a beautiful and understanding girlfriend.
I have ever-supportive family and relatives.
(not the last and certainly not the least) I have Him in my life.
To Him be the Glory!

"Thank you" is, indeed, not enough for all of these.


The countdown for the next year has started.
We are all uncertain what will happen to us this 2012.

Kahani khatam hai ya shuruwaat hone ke hai (hone ke hai)
Is it the end of the story or a new beginning?

Subha nayi hai yeh ya phir raat hone ko hai (hone ke hai)
Is it a new morning or night about to fall?

Kahani khatam hai ya shuruwaat hone ke hai (hone ke hai)
Subha nayi hai yeh ya phir raat hone ko hai (hone ke hai)

Aane wala waqt dega panahein
Will time that comes gives us space to enjoy?

Ya phir se milenge do raahe
Or shall we be getting dilemmas (tensions, troubles)?

Khabar kya, kya pataa
Who knows....?

Let's just hope and pray for the best. 
Let's do our best to make our lives better.

Whatever happens, please join me in this journey towards a new chapter in my / our lives.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
LET'S ROCK 2012!
(Anyways, I don't believe the next year will mark the conclusion of the world. ^^,)


***Thanks to the Hindi movie, Udaan or "Flight" (2010) for stimulating me to make this blog post. I personally recommend this highly appealing movie.

Undaan is a 2010 Hindi film directed by Vikramaditya Motwane which features 17-year-old Rohan (Rajat Barmecha) as he is expelled from the reputed Bishop Cotton School in Shimla.