Bastante Bien
i will forever remember february 8, 2007. it’s the day when i felt extra competitive in all aspects of my life. it’s just one of those days when i have that stubborn belief that good enough is simply not good enough. it’s when my inner perfectionist rears up its head and gets my fighting spirit at an all time high. it’s the day that i felt like kicking butts and beating people at their own games.
february 8, 2007 was the day that i felt like keeping abreast with local and national affairs because i wanted to analyze each and every even. it’s the day that i studied my lessons twice over and did an advanced study on the lessons that were to come. it’s the day that i felt like out-eating everyone else during lunch and dinner. it’s the day that i couldn’t help but feel that being ditched in second place would be no less than a death sentence.
february 8, 2007 is a day like no other. and even until now, i doubt my competitive air has abated.
i thank a certain fathead who made me feel like being buried in ten jillion pounds of crap for triggering this feeling. it’s been a long time since i actually felt like Bonifacio who despite being only armed with bolos was nonetheless the unceasing, unflailing idealist and revolutionary. no, i do not seek to bring down the government or anything my reasons are more selfish that you think. besides, i have my self to worry about first.
let’s just say that there are certain situations in your life that bring you into that fork in the road. it makes you choose whether to wallow in eternal misery and cast yourself into oblivion or to rise from the crummy ashes, head high, chin up, with your fist in the air in a swift declaration that you are ready to fight (or redeem yourself).
today i realized that i am not the wallower and that i chose the second path because i know that we all have the capability to use any depressing situation in our lives as challenges to overcome not stumbling blocks to be overcome upon.
i can feel the power seething beneath my skin and coursing through my veins. i’ll meet you no where else but at the top, mis amigos.
February 8th, 2007 at 9:15 pm
whoa… go for it stak!
February 9th, 2007 at 10:35 am
it’s difficult to admit defeat . . . especially if we’re topdrawer nitpickers and ornery to mediocrity. but well, that’s life. we can’t stop some thngs that are destined. it’s “force majeure,” according to the hifalutin masscom lingo. hehe. all we can do is to learn from our mistakes and, well, try again.
don’t you fret dear one. everybody knows you’re already a winner. i know, they know, you know.
blessed be.
February 9th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
it is so hard to admit defeat in a field where they least expect you to be defeated but what the hey. we can always use the experiece as a driving force.