balancing act

a lot has been said about fairness and justice. ultimately, who or what decides our fate and grants our existence justice? what is the measure of fairness amongst men?

it seems that in our society, the most powerful, the most knowledgeable, the most influential, has the first dip into the scale. in the case of rich versus poor, the former has all the means available for him to twist and turn the rules to be in his favor. another classic example: the tyranny of landlords against the small folks in suburban areas. the society allows it because the simpletons are not educated about their rights. they only wanted to continue living peacefully.. as long as they have a home and their livelihood, then its enough. they do not have the luxury and time to stop and fight. 

men against women. husband and wives. one will always dominate in superiority and opinion just because of gender and cultural values. how do you justify an act that is unreasonable, and yet it is believed to be favorable for all? when is it the right time to insist equality? 

in the end, we just leave it to Karma. 

fiction. maybe.

it was not intentional.. says the budding conscience. who could blame them. that smile.. that notion of feeling. it is that sense of belonging, of being wanted, of being flattered, of being important, of being seen. it is the sense of being. 

he was at the peak of his youth.. she just stepped into the society. his story was a mystery she wanted to unfold. her smile was an unending twitch to his senses.. a torment he's willing to endure in this lifetime. his eyes mesmerizes her to be subdued, to totally surrender and just say yes to his invitations. her soothing and calming voice makes it impossible for him to resist. he is completely hypnotized and caught in her charms and wit. 

unfortunately, some people are meant to fall in love, and yet, they are not meant to be together. the push-and-pull urge.. to move forward, or to reel back to reality. he is, in fact, very much occupied with a new enthusiast. she is hindered by her own limitations. she is, by society's standards, a fine woman of substance belonging to this world. amidst it all, they very much adore each other. 

there is no escaping. it is what it is.

and that must be the end of it.

maybe. 

first entry on 2015

the title is a dead giveaway.

2014 flew by in a flash. admittedly, i had time, but i was speechless. guilty as charged, i was threading in unfamiliar surroundings that offered few worthy memos. and so this year, instead of planning (as with my reliance to physical planners), i have decided to trust Evernote for my everyday mementos. yes, a journal indeed. and i have started using the Calendar app in my fone.

and to add flavor, i made a pact to myself.. to make each day count. (i don't want to pressure myself into resolutions.) if not each day, at least each month. i have encouraged myself not only to write, but also to go back to my love of cooking and baking. each month is an adventure to explore taste buds, and tinker with the oven. for this month, nothing new but more of familiarizing thyself with my specialties.

new colleagues also encouraged me to my habit of reading. i have three new books to add to my stack. therefore, i am attempting to read at least six-ten books this year using Goodreads to track my progress. first on my list is Catch-22.. maybe a review could follow afterwards. 

so ifone, don't fail, don't get stolen, don't get lost, don't swim towards the toilet.

january. lets begin.