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What is it with 7 and luck?


I’d rather be grateful than lucky.

Yes, I talk to the universe and all, especially when an awful fist of luck knocks me out like a domino falling, hitting me hard one blow after the other…or when nothing seems to be going my way no matter which way I go…or even when everything is dead blank and pitch dark yet and still the stars are too flicker on me…mostly, during the times I have to have something to blame and I could no longer force the blame on myself or to anyone. Yes, I do talk to the universe when I feel that I am the unluckiest earthling alive. It would seem like I am believer of luck. I may seem to be. But luck has never been kind to me. I even doubt if it ever exists.

Maybe when the universe is being less of a bitch and is starting to force a ray of good luck upon me, I am really not lucky at all.

Luck is too random to believe in and the universe is too bitchy to be nice to a random and insignificant earthling like me. But there is a stronger force, greater force behind the universe that makes me feel grateful instead. I am ever grateful, oh yes, I am, that as days fall off, I may falter but I don’t end with them.

Today marks the 7th day of my new year. With or without luck, I am grateful. With or without stars, I am grateful. I am grateful because I am alive to count up to this day that is about to end.

Tomorrow is another shot at winning fist fights with the universe.

Bring it on.


Some people live beautiful lives and they take pleasure in being wanderers. Some people live unfair lives beautifully and they find joy in being loiterers.

The first time I encountered the term ‘loitering’ was when I was a grader. All over the hallways of my school back then were reminders stating “NO LOITERING ALONG THE CORRIDORS” and student leaders took the rule seriously by dragging to the office of the Principal whoever was caught staying along the corridors. I have always thought loitering as illegal, a bad thing to do, a violation. Today, loitering to me is salvation.

To loiter is to stay in a place for no reason at all…to lag behind…to stop idly delaying something…It isn’t a crime at all as I used to think of it when I was a grader. At the moment, loitering is saving me from overthinking, stressing over and worrying about fickle matters.

Days have been passing me by and each passing day I seem to lose a part of me to frustrations when I am fully aware that there is a great deal of joy I am putting away just so I can bleed over the wrong decisions I have made in the past. I carry the weight of the past around allowing it to slow me down to where joy truly is and weighing me down instead of being strong enough to afford a simple smile. Short or long, the days have left me depleted, drained and devastated. Until one day, I decided to walk aimlessly. Then I decided to keep still. That was then I knew what I have been missing.

Walking aimlessly may sound like I have gone nuts or something. But the real score is, I have been walking around, sometimes chasing, running and leaping for things I would never have the power to control, and I have never given myself the opportunity to see myself in the very things that I just allow to pass me by, like the days that were supposed to have been spent with a better purpose than just having to get it over and done with. As the passing days consume me, I do not even recognize myself anymore. I have lost me.

So I have stopped and stared at familiar and unfamiliar places alike, hoping to find myself again. There are pieces of me everywhere and I have been too busy brooding to notice that even broken pieces show a beautiful story. I am everywhere, and I have to be a loiterer to be able to attract back to me the wondrous pieces I have thrown out because I do not want to be reminded of how unfair life is (truth is, life is really unfair, but someone told me that life is unfair but is still beautiful, and I believe him). In stopping by without purpose, stepping back a bit, staring while in senseless stops, I have seen once more how beautiful this life can be.

Even though I cannot promise myself that I will never have to lose my way again, I know that I can never be completely lost. Even though I cannot promise myself that I will never have to slice pieces of myself up, I know that I am not beyond repair; I can be fixed. That is the salvation from being a loiterer.


Some people live beautiful lives and they take pleasure in being wanderers. Some people live unfair lives beautifully and they find joy in being loiterers.


So just let me stop and stare.


10 Motivational Quotes To Go With Your Morning Coffee

Just what I need for the day (aside from coffee of course) 🙂

Thought Catalog

Your cup of coffee in the morning is the catalyst needed to propel you forward through the drudgery of your days and work weeks. I am a self-proclaimed coffee addict and I’m sure many of you out there are as well. It’s nearly impossible for me to get my day going without it. I figured it would be a good idea to pair some motivational quotes with your daily coffee to give you that extra push to get through your day. Today’s quotes come from Jim Rohn, successful entrepreneur and life coach.


“Either you run the day, or the day runs you.”


“The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out joy.”


“Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it’s something you design for the present.”


“You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can change your direction overnight.”

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No More Reflections

You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?

“How do I look?”

And so I ask another person without any intention of changing my initial perception of myself. Why I ask the first place is a matter of routine rather than concern. After all, they way I see myself is what matters more to me than what others see me.

I do not normally check the mirror to see if I look good. I face the mirror because it happens to be where I fix my hair. I can even apply make-up without having to face the mirror. It is not that I have no interest in beauty or something, but I guess I have just been used to how I normally look that if by some magic I look better than I would be grateful. 

If ever I face the mirror to see how much weight I have put up, it is not for the intention to look better too because I think if ever I grow fatter than how I am now I would never be convinced with what the mirror projects me to look until my clothes do not fit anymore. Maybe I am just confident and contented with how I look, secured with what I have and can become, and I do not need a mirror to change my mind about myself.

What use are mirrors then for me? Mirrors are just like the people I routinely ask to tell me how they see me but do not have the power to change how I perceive myself. If ever I wake up to a world without mirrors, it would not be any different to a world with mirrors. I would still see myself the way I know myself and how I deem myself to be. 

Mirrors may tell the truth or lie, I can very well reflect on the kind of person I am, I have become and can become by the way I look at myself in the raw.

In a world without mirrors, I guess my normal life might just become MORE normal. And as most people see broken mirrors as bad luck, for me, I might just feel luckier. 🙂