And so my story goes. Before that, a simple question. Do you believe that love is always the greatest and surest path to happiness? My answer is just as simple: naturally, without a doubt. Albeit heartbroken and rejected, through the years I have remained steadfast in my personal belief that all we really need is love. It is our human desire to be liked and understood, acknowledged and praised, touched and hugged and kissed, and thought of and cared for. Wow, those may all account for our being so demanding when it comes to love. But isn’t it all we dream of and cherish, for instance, from someone we like or have a tremendous fondness for? We dream that someday, that special someone may likewise feel the feeling we have for him. Over centuries, psychologists have all attempted to analyse Mars from Venus, or Adam from Eve. But no exact explanations to several hypotheses were ever born. Men and women were altogether left existing, breathing, doing their mundane activities, but harboring a sudden magical and surreal feeling at the same time, putting that exclamation mark and breaking the monotony in our lives.
Lest we talk in circles, my real case in point is actually a strategy to alleviate the melancholy that seems to linger inside of me for quite sometime now. I reassess my life and in the course of doing it, I discover a feeling that I can evade or escape from if I wanted to, but I know I could not get away from, unless I let go of it, to let it flow and take its natural course. Sometimes I guess letting my guard down just a little is one way, I think. As I hit this paragraph, an old Jimmy Durante song is playing on my iPhone, and it’s true what the song says, “Where’s the real stuff in life to cling to? Love is the answer, someone to love is the answer. Make someone happy, make just one, someone happy, and you will be happy too.” I am letting my guard down on this force and I am confident that as I let go of how I feel, fate wouldn’t be too harsh on me and it will all flow just as water runs freely. After all, I know I have nothing to lose and no timing is more perfect than the present time one has on his hands. Otherwise, the moment might just pass us by and we find out we have not gotten even the faintest chance.
This may be the reason one day I instantly had the brio to come to work, for now my purpose in life is revealed to me in high definition full color and a greater motivation sprung out of it to encourage and inspire me. That force is dynamic and bright, and is starting to empower me to be the best I can be now. In the beginning the force must have seen me in grayscale, but now I am determined to let it go, to let it flow. But wait, this story has already been to the moon and back, and yet all we ever talked about is the force. What is this force anyway? All I know right now is whether the force is here or on the other side of the world, it has captured me immensely to love, to dream, to wish, and to know that whatever happens, one day, I’ll decide to face it and tell the naked truth…..in my dreams, of course! Kidding aside (I always like to kid myself), I am more than thankful for the fond memories, great laughs over pizza, those seven days in sunny June of 2009, the commanding presence, and that horsepower of sophistication.
True to form, the force knocks me off my feet and I am not afraid to blurt that. As long as I am cautioned and guarded enough with wisdom and lessons from the past, I know I am in a freaky but safe place. This is my comfort zone that allows me to do my best (although sweat like a pig whenever the force is proximate), to open my awareness to new things or challenges that I know the force would be glad about. I think this brings me to say I am made much happier with my work now, and as long as I could, I shall stay on until the force is here. Three to four times a year is fine by me, every minute is totally worth it anyway, minus the racing heartbeats and butterflies in the tummy, that is! The force is gone tomorrow, and it’s back to square one the day after that. I couldn’t care less to wait in vain. Let go, let flow.
