old school

i'm not new to this. blogging, i mean...

you know, when i opened the computer, i had stuff to say... now, my mind's a total blank... oh, well.

here's one of my all-time fave blog entries

i complete me

A direct contradiction to the famous (but sappy) line, “you complete me,” from the popular pre-Katie Holmes Tom Cruise flick, Jerry Maguire, the above title is the new thought-provoking slogan of a Pinoy clothesline for women.

i bare. i seek cover. i make mistakes. i recover. i complete me.

Wow. Finally, a clothing line that promotes something more than fashion! Self-worth. Something often undervalued, underrated, taken for granted…

One minute everything seems perfect. Coming across your true love. Landing THE dream job. Finding the perfect pair of shoes. Then the next minute everything falls apart like in that cartoon where a ton of bricks plunges unto Wyle Coyote’s head. You discover true love is fictional… that your job is a joke… and the perfect shoes don’t go with any of your bags. Then you get depressed. Manic even. You have this imaginary list that you show your imaginary god every night: Please make me happy. I want the following:

• my soulmate • a higher-paying job • and while you’re at it, please let there be a midnight sale where I can buy the perfect pair of shoes

And you get what you asked for. Except it didn’t satiate that void. It felt… nothing. Just nothing. And you think:

i ache. i feel shitty. i drink. i feel empty. i don’t complete me.

Then you start to do every kind of stuff imaginable just to fill that empty space seemingly situated right in the middle of your chest. You try speed dating. You apply for another job. You rummage around the mall for the perfect bag to match your perfect pair of shoes. When will it be me? You ask yourself. How come everyone else is getting lucky? And you burden yourself with a million questions more; then you relentlessly quest for that someone or something that would make you feel what you’ve always yearned for – HAPPINESS. And it’s a vicious cycle, this roller-coaster ride. And by worrying yourself over things that only fate can answer, you miss out on the fun. You fail to benefit from the feeling of BEING ALIVE! Then your friends give you what they offer best – a good kick in the ass and a hard slap on the face. As my sporadic-Catholic friend once said, “God did not put you on this planet to WORRY!” And throughout the succession of depression and self-pity, you overlook the one true thing that is actually of importance. Yourself. Then, little by little, you learn to internalize the maxim, “you can never truly love anything else, until you learn to love yourself.” Self-worth. Then you smile. And have fun. And maybe come up with your own slogan. Maybe something like:

i hurt. i falter. i learn. i matter. i complete me.

liked it? check out some of my previous blog entries here.