Joseph's Republic

A dose of some good old-fashioned musings of a non-practicing bachelor boy about the meaning of wife... and a host of life's other nosey questions.

free your mind!


“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” -Goethe

off to a bad start?

The Inquirer Publications gave me a 2009 desk calendar quite early.. i figured that must be a good sign. The second calendar I received, however, was from a hospital, upon checkout... well, that pretty sums up my family's so called long vacation.

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I'm currently re-editing this template. My apologies to my 4 loyal readers (myself included) for this rather amusing inconvenience.

Btw, the anchor texts "News" "Reviews" and "Opinions" are just test-links.

JUST SO YOU KNOW

The past twenty-five years of my life suddenly hit me one day as nothing more than a premonition. I was then stupidly singing my heart out in the bathroom to the tune of "...twenty-five years of life and still, trying to get over that great big hill of hope, for a destination..." ouch! My eyes got soaked in soap! Sometimes, lucid moments does get out of hand.

For the longest time, I have been on a journey mode, philosophically speaking, if it means anything, yet somehow, I was aware that I was not getting anywhere. I certainly don't want to wake up twenty-five more years later agonizing that everything had been just a forethought. Without knowing much where I want to go, what I want to do, much less why I want to live at all, I haphazardly decided to get a life, because it's kinda my thing to get into, if you know what I mean... I only knew of one overriding conviction then. I want the TRUTH, whatever it means, whatever it takes. For without it life was not and will never be, worth living. Quite romantic, right?

Well, to date, I'm still untangling myself to no avail out of the web of problems that resulted out of that single pesky decision!

If I were given a chance, however, to make a mess out of my life all over again, I'll glady do it again perhaps with a little more bravado this time.

As for why, well because in the process, I've found not just Life and Truth but also the Way. And no hell on earth can take them away from me.

WHAT CAN I SAY

I started out in my writing "career" with no other ambition than to please myself as a reader. And I had nearly moronic standards as a reader then.

I used to tag myself as a "writer of substance" because I was so poor in grammar that the only way I could mask them was by spewing insight into every paragraph. Needless to say, it worked until a well-meaninged writer friend inspired me to eat my own work and see if I can extract any real substance with a flawed form.

He engaged me in a Substance vs Form debate and I am forever grateful for the favor for it opened my eyes to the other side of the writing coin. You know who you are Chekwa and if you don't, that's too bad because I won't mention your name here.

As a hired business writer, however, I've learned to write neither from the mind nor from the heart. I've learned to write from a set of "mindframes" which I call "newsbytes". Its the best arm a philosophy mercenary could have to survive the brutal world of deadlines and multiple account assignments. At the end of the day, however, the writer inside feels robbed of an opportunity to speak its mind. And, if remained unexpressed, this same writer can unconsciously start writing boring stuffs in protest.

Indeed, it was not until I discovered this corny thing called blog did I rediscover what what joy it is to write again out of convictions. Now if only I could find the time to actually blog...
 

different paths

college campus lawn

wires in front of sky

aerial perspective

clouds

clouds over the highway

The Poultney Inn

apartment for rent