Not wishing upon a star

I think shooting stars are semblances of life. The people we once had, the good times shared with them, the bad times, our mistakes and everything else in between. They come and go. And maybe that's the greatest lesson I've learned this year--that nothing lasts forever. So now, having had learned that the hard way, I'd like to celebrate the beauty in it. Of things constantly changing. Of people losing their grips. Of heartbreaks and goodbyes. Of brand new relationships with strangers or friends who turned into strangers. Of newly found love. Of freedom to speak or remain silent. I opt to believe that for things to fall in place, this is what it takes. Change. It's a beautiful thing nevertheless. Very much like merely watching the shooting stars after much has been said.

On Desire: Why We Want What We Want

Little is needed to make a wise man happy, but nothing can content a fool. That is why nearly all men are miserable.

—La Rochefoucauld

I am currently reading an e-book entitled On Desire by William Irvine. So I spent the whole holy week feeling miserable. And I couldn't figure out, no matter how much I've tried, what's the exact reason behind this feeling. Though honestly, I already have a hint. And being the person that I am (with this I may mean pretentious), I feel like I'm forever trapped in a world of make believe.

Turning back on denial

She was there sitting in front of people she knew ever since she went to college. She was there. She was there, and her mind astray. Hiding in between her laughs, there were murmurs of self-doubt. Times like this, she hates herself for reasons you would not imagine.
"In front of me are the really beautiful people I've known all my life."
Talks over rice bowls and iced tea. Laughs about each other's flaws, corny jokes and intentionally horrible voices. Meaningless stares, sincere opinions, and plain thoughts.
There is a little idea that takes over a huge spot of her personality. It eats her. And invades her identity. 
"I didn't want to feel this way. But it is here now, and this is all my fault."
Since a few days ago she's been trying to revert back to the old ways. To reverse the reaction she herself induced. Yet it seems now that it just doesn't work that way. As much as she did not want to believe, the whole process presents itself as irreversible.

Just thought this could be interesting :)

"Man has been called by the ancients a lesser world, and indeed, the term is rightly applied, seeing that man is compounded of earth, water, air and fire, this body of the earth is the same. And as man has within himself bones as a stay and framework for the flesh, so the world has the rocks which are the supports of the earth; and as man has within him a pool of blood wherein the lungs as he breathes expand and contract, so the body of the earth has its ocean, which also rises and falls every six hours with the breathing of the world. As from the said pool of blood proceed the veins which spread their branches through the human body, in just the same way the ocean fills the body of the earth with an infinite number of veins of water."
- Leonardo da Vinci, as an anatomist

Postlapsaria

Maybe I'm just one of the ordinary students you get to see in school. Or maybe not. We didn't really know each other personally, but let me just thank you and thank God for bringing you into our lives. You are such a great teacher and I'm sure everybody knows that. A great friend perhaps. A person of a great mind. It's true that we don't realize one's value unless it's gone. To me, people sound so hypocrite telling you how good you've been, thanking you for everything, saying how much they love you. I wonder why just now, why only when you're gone already and everything seems untimely. But this time I opt to be one of these hypocrites, in hopes of letting you know and making you feel how much impact you've left to me personally. For the last time even if it's too late. CELLBIO has been a tough subject. I'm mediocre and oftentimes unable to get concepts in an instant. I got a passing mark on our first exam and that's enough for me I have to admit. In your class, for the first time I was able to endure the hours without having to stop taking down notes, which was unusual when it comes to my other subjects. Maybe what's left to me of you are the complete notes I was able to accomplish on those times that you were in front, teaching your heart out. I don't know Sir, everything turned gloomy. I felt sad. I realized how short is life. I don't know what to say. It was so fast. But who am I to question this? Let me just say thank you Sir. This is my sincerest gratitude for that short time you've been there. I'll meet you someday in heaven.