If you wish to make God laugh while He sheds tears of empathy, you only tell Him your plans. For plans are called such since your signature was never imprinted on a contract that it will take place. That in every encounter between valor and grim, a soldier's soul does not die initially, the first casualty of war is the plan itself. During the science of your sleep, when the anatomy is at rest, dreams do not always come true the way you want them to. For dreams have yet to land from the flight of the imagination to reality's ground of existence.

On Childhood Dreams: It was at a tender age, being five perhaps, when I stole away the pirate's rocket ship. Flying up, up, and away from Neverland, when suddenly the voyage zigzags in flight, and I can never ever go back. The fantasy of carnival rides turns into a series of bumpy cable cars in traffic when inevitable occurrences disconnected those dots that I innocently thought fate would likely trace. When fairy godmothers don't show up before the ball, and the posibility of becoming a cosmpolitan Cinderella is a long way down the yellow brick road, girls play with themselves like Barbie dolls. What's so fantastic about being plastic? Lie to yourself more, and you'll never become real, but wooden and being puppeted by social standards.

On Taking Risks: One coin would determine will power. With every single token that you insert to play the slot machine, you gamble. An absolute win-lose situation where you deal with the devil whose only concern is to gain in your expense. Jeopardy for a selfish impulse would continue to suspend your anxiety when the symbols start to shuffle. It is now a simple question if 'what ought to be' matches with 'what actually happens'. An unconscious feat of panting happens during the sluggish seconds when the characters of the game begin to display. A parallel of three temperaments would determine a good drive with the wheel of fortune. Two lemons increase your chance, but with only one apple, you were betrayed. But an apple is not evil per se; it is either an unpleasant contingency that knocks you in the head when it falls, or a scrumptious fruit of therapeutic change of events in the guise of what we say 'was for the best.'

On Giving Up: Although an alarming statistics of those who get eliminated from the streak of victors, succumb to their current fate. Building bricked walls against their sight, for them not too vision those who advance ahead of them. Setting boundaries because they cower from the mist that fogs the imminent. They limit themselves, disregarding chances, and take refuge from false-contentment. Circumnavigate your globe, we shouldn't be measured as if we were bluntly flat.

On Idolism: We wander, as we compare ourselves to the stars. Glacial bodies, we treat, as little diamonds that are forever across the sky. We dread that we would never be as bright as they shine. And we forget that the sun will disappear as it sets when the moon reigns during the night. And mostly forget, that the sun is a star. We should strive to be the moon instead, for it shines silently even in the twilight and was never selfish, never miffed the iris when it was admired. - - - Hahaha. Hah! I shouldn't be laughing when I'm the one being laughed at. Nothing's funny anymore. I keep on reminding myself that I shouldn't let things ruin me twice, even when certain appointments are not scheduled, even when self-criticism increases the complexity of being inferior, even when the world seems to look at me as just one big joke.

The human pursuit for excellence can be the most frustrating of all experience. One can toil his butt off to win this dream, yet another person is always on the prowl to snatch that away from him. Watching comedy central late one night, a line from this stand-up comedienne struck me: lower expectations. It slapped me awake all night, asking: am i living the rest of my life conquering another's spoils? No. That line is wrong. It destroys the fabric of self-esteem, and it puts all regrets on the pedestal and all excuses along the stable. A human person cannot heed such fool's maxim; following such is tying one's self to a boulder sinking down the sea. Yet, I agree that one cannot expect too much from life. Leave a margin for error. Keep a door open for change. The choices that one makes can sculpt his life. Every child has reached a point when he aspired to be something, or someone: an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, etc. And as I observed, only a few percentage will ever reach those heights they have dreamt of reaching. Such reality is a frustration, right? Frustration cannot help. It will spit on your face as you are pinned to negativity. Worse, it can be the sand dragging you down to the depths of depression. One should inject himself some vaccines from reality: they say, prevention is much better. Know yourself- or try to. Know the strength of your will, and the versatility of your spirit. And in relation to this knowledge, never deny yourself of your limits, of your weakness. Never be a comedian when you keep on trying to be funny. I believe that the worst lie is upon the self; it is the root of all selfishness. What one does to himself is what he wants the society to become. Acceptance brings closure to one's self; it shall bring inner sanctum. One can never call himself a failure when he knows he has done everything in his will. Never sulk- defeat is to the hopeless soldier. Keep a contingency plan among your plans. One can be a rung short to success, but it does not mean the end of life. Just put it this way: when everyone itches to be driving the lead, it will all lead to disaster. It is not about the actors, it is about the movie called life. For supreme excellence is contentment. So when things take a different turn, never be afraid to give the spotlight to the one who deserves the stage.