The Beach

Last night at Puerto Galera. Exhausting day, but I couldn’t sleep so I dragged myself over to the beach. It’s not every day (or night) that you get a chance to sit by the sea without a single soul in sight.

Back home, I would often play all sorts of nature sounds on loop to help me sleep. Rain. Thunder. Jungle. But it was always the sound of waves crashing on the beach at the top of my list.

Nothing beats the real thing, though.

Best Dream Ever

The worst part about having one of the best dreams ever is waking up and slowly realizing that it was what it was.

A dream.

Note To Self: Count Your Shit

I was about to make a slightly grim New Year’s post when it hit me: I should get out of this whole shitty state while I can.

Apologies in advance for all the shit that’s about to go down.

Shit happens. Always. Some people have to deal with more shit than others, true. It’s unfair, but that’s just another kind of shit that we have to live with. But here’s the silver lining: the more shit you get yourself into, the better you become in handling other shit that’s hurled your way. Who knows? You may even get to use your expertise to help others out with their own bag of shit. Sweet, right?

I’m not suggesting that you go and dive into a pool of shit. You don’t go looking for it, shit finds you. Besides, the world is already as it should be. We’re usually the ones fucking things over. That last shit you got out of? Try treating it as a blessing, one that just happens to be in a very unfortunate disguise. And if there’s one thing I know about shit, it’s that you don’t get rid of them without learning something. That way, whenever you look back to count your blessings, you can be certain that there are more good than bad.

Now that’s the kind of shit you want.

Seriously?

Funny how a sweet day could turn sour in an instant. Tsk.

December, please be kinder.

Quota

I have always had this mindset that yes, we all have our problems, big or small, but that there is no use inviting everyone to the pity-party when you can focus all of your energy to bouncing back from whatever mess you’re in. I get that. I do. It’s just that at this point I feel like I’m about to reach my breaking point.

No, I’m not asking for an excuse to whine and cry myself to sleep. Although I think I just did? Anyways, that’s not my thing. At least not anymore.

Now I know it’s a pretty long shot, but Life, if you’re reading this, please know I could really use a break.

Much love,
Jhie