At a hostel in San Sebastien, I saw a book shelf on lounge area. I found an interesting book, The Art of Happiness, 10th Anniversary Edition: A Handbook for Living, written by Dalai Lama, and Howard C. Cutler.
I decided to finish reading it, before I checked out from hostel. (I did.) The book explained about being able to train mind, and achieve happiness. (Thanks for the advice. I will apply this in my life.) Every day, life is an up and down journey. When nothing goes my way, I always tell myself, "I am alive, and breathing." When I meet a solo woman traveler, I would usually ask her,
"What has been your most creepiest encounter from men?" I am curious. Here are their stories: Woman #1: A 67-year-old man in my hostel's mixed dorm room told me, "I see your toes wiggling, when you lay down on your bed. That is a sign of giving birth." We are different in our own way. (It sounds too vague, but it is true.)
For instance, I will talk to you about my friends, and family. - Every time she explores a great view for the first time, she is snapping a picture of it. Surprisingly, she does it only for her own photo album, not social media. "Do you want a picture?" I always ask her. Most importantly, I have improved a lot in taking pictures 2018 was a long year for me.
Most people see social media as the highlight reel of our lives. Society wants us to get a successful job, a good-looking partner, a huge house, a brand new car, a college degree, and etc. I only have a college degree, and that is it. I do not want to pursue it though. Throughout this year, I have been unemployed. Say what you want. It is impossible to please everybody. Society looks down upon the unemployed. Thank you, Mom, and Dad, for helping me out. Next year will be a new chapter in my life. No more unemployment. Even though I was unemployed, I have reinvented myself through solo traveling, reconnecting with family in Philippines, reading books, building relationships, selling unused items, coming at peace to others, and many more (that I cannot think at the top of my head right now). My life lessons in 2018: My good friend, Jon, brought this interesting idea about American Online Instant Messaging, and Direct Messaging. I decided to write about it. Thank you, Jon. (I write whatever is on the fly, or on the top of my head. My blog is created by my storytelling about myself, and others. Surrounding myself with people has made this blog exist. I decide to write on what I like to hear, and see.) When I was a kid, I grew up using AIM. It was launched in 1997. (I was 10 years old at that time.) My first screen name in AOL was NiCePiNoY85. (My birth year is 1987, not 1985. I was concerned about people coming after me. Now, I find attractive women on Instagram, and I DM them. Call that, irony.) Profile for: NiCePnOy85 Member Name: MiKe Sex: MaLe Marital Status: SiNgLe Hobbies: PlAyIn AnD wAtChIn BbAll, BeIn A nIcE pInOy, AnD tYpInG uPpEr & LoWeR cAsE lEtTeRs Computers: My EmAcHiNeS Occupation: StUdEnT Personal Quote: AiMiN aT yOu... I used to have issues with that somebody (and almost everybody). I kept "it" inside me for a long time. Suddenly, I would go berserk at that somebody. Then, I would hold a grudge.
That was my younger-self. For instance, I held many grudges to my family, friends, and relatives. (Total count was about 10 people. That hatred.) I held grudges to prove my enemies a point. I assumed that I was (always) right. I ignored them, until they would come to me for an apology as a loser. I wanted to be the winner. It never happened anyway. The grudges continued to prolong. On November 4, my tennis and basketball coach was reported dead at his house.
Many people reached out to me. They felt guilty for not saying "goodbye" to him. "I did not say 'goodbye' to him as well. I was able to come at peace with him from a 3-year grudge," I told them. Also, I lost my sister unexpectedly, tragically. "You build relationships every time you encounter people. Life is constantly changing. People come, and go. When you travel, you say goodbye. If you can embrace goodbye, you can become more grateful for the next time you say hello," my good friend told me. Funny video taken on 9/15/13 Dear Coach,
We first met at a tennis court in 2006. I was finished hitting with my friends. As they were heading out, you friendly approached me. You talked to me about how you are a private tennis coach, and how you made your two children become great tennis players. You went on talking as usual. In your wallet, you showed me your precious family photos of you, your wife, daughter, and son. You were always a wonderful storyteller. You were my tennis coach. Recently, I lost a loved one, my coach. He died unexpectedly.
(The last time I lost somebody so close to me was my sister in 2003. She died unexpectedly as well.) I have known him, since 2006. Everything is a rush for me. He made me become a better basketball, and tennis player. Now, he's not here anymore. That's new for me. It takes a while to accept that he is gone. I am better now than my previous days. It is not always easy to say, "Live in the moment,' when your loved one dies. I am human. I have feelings. Earlier tonight, I was strong enough to open up about my strong relationship with Coach in his vigil service. I feel much better now. What I said during his vigil service: |
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