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Per Ardua Ad AstraA long, long time ago (in truth about just 5 minutes before I'm writing this), I've probably thought of and prayed for everything to just fall into place (repeatedly, to be honest), for everything to find its placement in the scheme of things, to serve its purpose, and... well, having thought of it so many times made me wonder about how life would be if everything did fall into place. Wouldn't it be a bore? One where there would be no more changes and everything is predictable, and all we would be living was a life of redundancy, with no possibility of change, excitement, anger, fear, love, hate.. All the good stuff. It'll just be ironically riveting, in a weird way.
And that, thankfully, made me appreciate all the chaos. All the frustrations I know we are all dealing with. Sometimes when I see my loved ones in pain, I just want to brush it all away for them because they deserve so much better. But what's the sense in that? If I had the power to do that, or anyone for that matter, then everything again will just be right.. and go into a plateau for righteousness' sake. And then it would be a bore once more...
(In my best Stewie voice) Blast! Why am I speaking of righteousness in a way that gives off an impression of myself as an evil, conniving woman? Sigh. This unending search for happiness should not be something that keeps us from enjoying ourselves. It shouldn't be something that bars us from dancing as if nobody's watching, from drinking and getting drunk, from singing out of tune, from talking like a madman down some street and thinking of pushing each other down the road with a random, grey shopping cart from Walmart.
And for that, thank you to my cousin who loves me. (And her friends who are now my friends, too.) Who is honest with me. Who will whack me upside down, left, right and back again when I act stupid. Who I know will take care of me, even when we end up being drunk together and bumping our asses together when we dance. ;) You deserve so much better. We deserve so much better. But for all we are, and for all we have, and for everything we feel sorry for and regret, I love you and I'm right by your side. Stay strong with me here because you're the sister I never had. =)
I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.