The Tension of Opposites

Picture courtesy of Randomhouse.

An exchange between Mitch and Morrie:

“Have I told you about the tension of opposites?” he says.

The tension of opposites?

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

“A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.”

Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.

“A wrestling match.” He laughs. “Yes, you could describe life that way.”

So, which side wins? I ask.

“Which side wins?”

He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.

“Love wins. Love always wins.”

That was Morrie Schwartz, Mitch Albom’s professor, an old man afflicted with the brutal and unforgiving ALS or amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, Lou Gehrig’s disease. It is ‘a disease of the neurological system that is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax’.

Going back to the tension of opposites – Morrie had me thinking when I was reading Tuesdays with Morrie about the truth on his train of thoughts. I realized that truly we have to deal with life’s positivity and negativity. Sometimes we are caught in between. Simply, it is like choosing to or not to eat your chocolate sundae when you’re hungry. It is like talking to one person you hate when the resolution of a problem depends on him because he is the boss. It is like helping someone who had wronged you but he is your brother.

And he said love always wins. I agree. When you love yourself, you would not choose eating chocolate sundae especially when you are diabetic. You would not defy your boss when you love your work. And when you love God and you wanted to praise him of the good and the righteous things you do, you would forgive your brother who had wronged you. Makes sense to me.

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On Recognitions

Thinking Blogger

I feel elated to receive an award from Ipanema.

All I can say is – Thank you, thank you very much! It always feels good to know how others regard you as a blogger. And I have to list five! This is really a tough job. But of course there will always be individuals who deserve the top 5.

This award goes to:

You guys have to list your awardees for this award. If you had received the award, please ignore the meme but inform me (please?). 😀

What Were You Thinking?

And since I am in the mood for memes, I would like to ask

  • Ferdz
  • Sonnie
  • Kyels
  • Mitchteryosa
  • Verns

What Were You Thinkin’?When you first met your current main squeeze (husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, significant other, sex partner, WHATEVER!)

Here is what I was thinking when I first met my husband – “Hmm… Bakit kaya nakatitig ito sa akin? (Hmm…Why is he staring at me?)”

Now, it’s your turn… 😀

On Recognitions

Thinking Blogger

I feel elated to receive an award from Ipanema.

All I can say is – Thank you, thank you very much! It always feels good to know how others regard you as a blogger. And I have to list five! This is really a tough job. But of course there will always be individuals who deserve the top 5.

This award goes to:

You guys have to list your awardees for this award. If you had received the award, please ignore the meme but inform me (please?). 😀

What Were You Thinking?

And since I am in the mood for memes, I would like to ask

  • Ferdz
  • Sonnie
  • Kyels
  • Mitchteryosa
  • Verns

What Were You Thinkin’?When you first met your current main squeeze (husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, significant other, sex partner, WHATEVER!)

Here is what I was thinking when I first met my husband – “Hmm… Bakit kaya nakatitig ito sa akin? (Hmm…Why is he staring at me?)”

Now, it’s your turn… 😀

"I Can Relate…"

Four of Kay’s classmates went to the house yesterday to do a project in one of the major subjects in school. I had previously met the two of them, the other two I had just met yesterday.

Today, I learned that the other two had already spent a year in other schools first then transferred to UP. Except for the one who had come from a prestigious school, the rest had their own share of sad stories. But I won’t go into details lest my daughter will be mad at me being a bigmouth.

“I can relate…,” was all I can say after hearing one of the stories that tell that a classmate was absent from school once because she didn’t have fare to go to school. Memories of my college days came like a flash. There were days I cannot go to school because money was only enough for food. I was a scholar but most of the time during my college days, the monthly stipend ran out before the month ended. (This is still with tears in my eyes reminiscing those years.  😦

Being in a desolate situation, anyone who’s trapped awaits a day’s end like a month, a month’s end like a year, and a year’s end like forever. It seemed there is no end to the sufferings and to the endless travails of a poor family. But I chose to have a path for myself. I chose to do something for my own life. And I did it alone because I don’t want to stay in such situations and be dragged into its web forever.

I wish Kay’s classmates and friends with sad stories the best in the future. ‘Ika nga, sa wikang Filipino, makabawi naman sana. I hope they will not be bound to thinking of doing things first for other people and neglect their own needs and happiness. I hope they will try to weave a beautiful life also for themselves. And I don’t think it is selfishness because how can one love others when he cannot love himself first?

I believe parents are greatly responsible to what becomes of their own household. Some parents are irresponsible enough to oblige their children to pay them back for the birthing, rearing, and schooling expenses they had for their kids. Some are selfish enough to leave their own children to other people’s care and gallivant and enjoy life like they don’t have responsibilities. Some are poor, weak, or ill to even dream for their children.

“I Can Relate…”

Four of Kay’s classmates went to the house yesterday to do a project in one of the major subjects in school. I had previously met the two of them, the other two I had just met yesterday.

Today, I learned that the other two had already spent a year in other schools first then transferred to UP. Except for the one who had come from a prestigious school, the rest had their own share of sad stories. But I won’t go into details lest my daughter will be mad at me being a bigmouth.

“I can relate…,” was all I can say after hearing one of the stories that tell that a classmate was absent from school once because she didn’t have fare to go to school. Memories of my college days came like a flash. There were days I cannot go to school because money was only enough for food. I was a scholar but most of the time during my college days, the monthly stipend ran out before the month ended. (This is still with tears in my eyes reminiscing those years.  😦

Being in a desolate situation, anyone who’s trapped awaits a day’s end like a month, a month’s end like a year, and a year’s end like forever. It seemed there is no end to the sufferings and to the endless travails of a poor family. But I chose to have a path for myself. I chose to do something for my own life. And I did it alone because I don’t want to stay in such situations and be dragged into its web forever.

I wish Kay’s classmates and friends with sad stories the best in the future. ‘Ika nga, sa wikang Filipino, makabawi naman sana. I hope they will not be bound to thinking of doing things first for other people and neglect their own needs and happiness. I hope they will try to weave a beautiful life also for themselves. And I don’t think it is selfishness because how can one love others when he cannot love himself first?

I believe parents are greatly responsible to what becomes of their own household. Some parents are irresponsible enough to oblige their children to pay them back for the birthing, rearing, and schooling expenses they had for their kids. Some are selfish enough to leave their own children to other people’s care and gallivant and enjoy life like they don’t have responsibilities. Some are poor, weak, or ill to even dream for their children.

Hop-hopping

To at least enjoy the remaining days of being on leave (because of injury), I went hop-hoppin’ (not hip-hoppin’) and chanced upon this news photo from Yahoo:

The picture reminds me of a discussion with Daryl about creation and Christianity. I ended our little talk telling him that it is safer to believe in a God who had created everything but we are little gods ourselves because we can create from ideas.

Sharing everything together – a post that reminds me of the fun times with Papsie through the years.

My Senior Citizen Humor Blog posted Don’t Fart in Bed. The knock-on effect of the story will keep you farting, errr, laughing. The story was from Blogarama.

This one helluva momma has a very striking title for her blog – Pissed Off Housewife. Her post I Can’t Even Speak spoke of wives’ helpless moments. This one is a Bloggy Award winner. But I have this to say that if I am in that situation, there would definitely be an argument. I am not the type of wife who swallows whatever the hubby says. I will opine. If I loose the argument, fine. At least I have said my piece.

Rambosbabiedoll’s list of what she dreams of owning – lovely shoes! We share the same dream – to own wonderful and expensive shoes to salivate on. That is just one of my craziest dreams. 😀

That’s it for today’s bloghopping. Hope you enjoy clicking. 😀

Hop-hopping

To at least enjoy the remaining days of being on leave (because of injury), I went hop-hoppin’ (not hip-hoppin’) and chanced upon this news photo from Yahoo:

The picture reminds me of a discussion with Daryl about creation and Christianity. I ended our little talk telling him that it is safer to believe in a God who had created everything but we are little gods ourselves because we can create from ideas.

Sharing everything together – a post that reminds me of the fun times with Papsie through the years.

My Senior Citizen Humor Blog posted Don’t Fart in Bed. The knock-on effect of the story will keep you farting, errr, laughing. The story was from Blogarama.

This one helluva momma has a very striking title for her blog – Pissed Off Housewife. Her post I Can’t Even Speak spoke of wives’ helpless moments. This one is a Bloggy Award winner. But I have this to say that if I am in that situation, there would definitely be an argument. I am not the type of wife who swallows whatever the hubby says. I will opine. If I loose the argument, fine. At least I have said my piece.

Rambosbabiedoll’s list of what she dreams of owning – lovely shoes! We share the same dream – to own wonderful and expensive shoes to salivate on. That is just one of my craziest dreams. 😀

That’s it for today’s bloghopping. Hope you enjoy clicking. 😀