Going Somewhere

by Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)

My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend,
(Now buried in an English grave--and this a memory-leaf for her dear
sake,)
Ended our talk--"The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern
learning, intuitions deep,
"Of all Geologies--Histories--of all Astronomy--of Evolution,
Metaphysics all,
"Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,
"Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is
duly over,)
"The world, the race, the soul--in space and time the universes,
"All bound as is befitting each--all surely going somewhere."

A NOISELESS, PATIENT SPIDER

by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

NOISELESS, patient spider,

I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;

Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,

It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;

Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,

Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to connect them;

Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold;

Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

breathe me (by sia)

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clash of times: sampras vs. federer

i caught the end game of the sampras-federer match up on balls tv. the even twas called clash of times, a battle between the current world no. 1, federer, and one of the greatest tennis players of all time, sampras.

i was rooting for sampras. seeing him play again, against the reigning top player no less, was nostalgic. it brought memories of not so long ago, hehe, when my sister and i used to wait for special airings of his tennis matches on espn or star sports; and how we used to bargain with the heavens to make him win his first french open, even if it meant that the other players we were rooting for in other sports (especially basketball) had to lose a game as a payoff. (we thought that in rooting for teams and players, you win some and lose some, i guess that's true about life in general.)

sampras lost 7-6, 7-6. his hair was really thinning (in contrast to federer's curly locks, which he kept from being tousled for the photo ops, much to my annoyance, another vain man, hehe). he missed his shots which could have been winners during his younger days. and yes, he still looked lousy.

but at the post-match interview, he is a happy man. he's happy although he totally misses his game. he's now a daddy to two kids.

my mother was with while i was watching and she saw me cringing every time he had unforced errors. huwag ko daw dibdibin, panapanahon lang daw yun hehe. yup, sampras had his time. it is now federer's time.

kung bilog nga ang mundo, every person will have his time on top of the world. i hope the circumference isn't too big that it takes a while for every person to experience happiness in all its profundity and shallowness. at least every one could say, he was there.

or we can just make smaller circles.

what do you really want?

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really want So tell me what you want, what you really really want I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want So tell me what you want, what you really really want I wanna (huh), I wanna (huh), I wanna (huh), I wanna (huh) I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ahh

who would've thought that this song from spice girls (ca.1996) can knock some sense into one's stubborn coconut shell? in most of the things life brings you, there are things which you can control and those which you can't. then again, for most of your life, you have to acknowledge that you are and must be the one largely in control (with a lot of help from a Higher being for the believers) of your own life.

the decisions you make may be influenced by several factors, among these would be events, situations, people, beliefs and principles, which you hold of considerable importance in your life. for the lucky ones, they are given choices. others claim they don't. for the ones fortunate enough to be given a choice (one should not see it as a burden to choose), it comes down to a matter of what you really want.

they say that when you focus all you energies into something you desire (or is it someone for some, haha), you pretty much get it. perhaps that is true. a lot of things becoming real start with a simple thought.

of course, you have to do what you need to do in order to make it work, but first things first: what is it that you really want?

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. -- Robert Frost

take a bow, play the part

Any Other World by MIKA



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