I Don’t Believe in Love

Two years ago, i asked myself (even made a post here) if I still believe in love. And you’d think after a couple of years, I’d already have the answer.

I scrapped that story I was writing. It’s a romantic story. And I dropped it for a reason – I don’t believe (and won’t ever believe) in love.

But the funny thing is that I’m still that same girl who would cry at weddings. I’m still that same girl who would get butterflies in her stomach with a guy’s grand romantic gesture. I’m still that same girl who thinks a man should never stop courting her girl.

So why in the world don’t I believe in love?

Because the love that we all so know about is deceiving. Because the love on which we base all Oscar-winning movies is not real. Because the love that Ted Mosby has been telling his children in all 9 seasons of How I Met Your Mother is fleeting, much like his relationships.

More importantly, because the love I believe in is one where you’d both promise never to run off to the exit door when times get tough and the romance that once held you together like a glue is gone. Because the love I believe in is one where, despite your differences (coz you’ll have differences, guaranteed), you’d both promise to work hard on the relationship because you both know nothing precious is ever easy to keep. Because the love I believe in is one where you’ll help each other keep your heads above the water when life’s pressures gush in. Because the love I believe in is one that’s not based on emotions but on a conscious decision that no matter what happens, you’d have each other’s back in great faith.

Like my old self from two years ago, I’m still putting my chip on the table. I’m still rolling the dice. But now I know on which to place my bet. Now I know that hope is not a drug one could addictively take, unlike Carrie Bradshaw’s view in Sex and the City, because to believe is to hope. And now I know that believing is only harmful if you’re betting the wrong chip – the wrong kind of love.

I guess two years and many experiences later, I’m still a believer. But no longer will I take advice from old friends Ted Mosby and Carrie Bradshaw.

on life choices and being single

today, i got to think about choices. it’s not only in big life events that we get to make choices – even in our daily lives, we are faced with a thousand and one options. coffee or tea? scrambled or sunny side-up? cream cheese or jam? but most of the time, it’s not as easy as that. sometimes, the you choices you make can change the course of your life (although the destination is arguably the same).

for instance, when you’re still single and you’re almost 30, you have to make a choice whether you want to stay single forever or put yourself out there so you could catch a potential mate. (the latter, of course, is easier said than done and still depends on certain circumstances.) and when you do make the choice of living “alone” for the rest of your life, you have to be prepared to make a choice whether to forgive and forget or wage war when people judge you for making such decision. 

society tends to do that. especially since the influence of catholicism is very strong, the norm is to “go forth and multiply.” so when you are not in any sort of romantic relationship, which makes it hard to procreate (unless you go the “test tube” way a la j.lo in “the back up plan”), your day-to-day choices that don’t take into consideration a husband/wife and children will always be viewed as shallow and selfish. (like how carrie bradshaw has been shamed just because she chose a life filled with several pairs of manolo blahnik shoes over a life of poopy diapers, pta meetings, and play dates.) 

and i see the problem with this kind of thinking that is very common in a society that puts high regard on marriage and views being single around the age of 30 as “abnormal.” it’s suffocating, not to mention shallow. what’s wrong with choosing to spend your waking hours on a career that makes you feel fulfilled as a person? what’s wrong with spending a fortune on vacation trips that immerse you in life-changing experiences? what’s wrong with going to the spa or to the gym when you’re there to take care of yourself? just because you don’t have a crying baby who would die if you don’t feed him pronto doesn’t mean you don’t have responsibilities in life.

because i believe that married or not, we all have something/someone to take care like their life depends on us. if your parents are still alive, you have them to look after and support (if they are financially incapable of supporting themselves). and even if they are rich, they still need you to do things that their aging bodies alone can’t anymore do (like going to the doctor). or if your parents aren’t around anymore, you can always join organizations that help the less fortunate. (they aren’t necessarily running short of helping hands, but they definitely won’t say “no” to more free services.) “tayong lahat ay may pananagutan sa isa’t isa,” as the song goes.

i wanna end by saying that marriage isn’t necessarily the happier option. and neither is singlehood. the happier option is always that which will make you feel at peace with yourself. 

 

do i still believe in love?

god is really onto me lately. it’s like everywhere i go, i’ve been asked the same question over and over: do i still believe in love?

it’s a question i’ve never asked myself ever since i’ve stopped obsessing about guys. it was years ago when i’ve stopped obsessing about my ex and started really living my life. in all those years, i’ve just been focused on myself, career, family, friends, and dreams. so in all those times, i haven’t really thought about whether or not i still believe in love.

until recently. because while i was busy cooking up a fictional character’s love story, god has been cooking up mine. a man from my past is returning to test whether or not i still have the ability to believe.

but life is a game. while there is a possibility of winning, there’s also a promise of hurdles in getting there. so i’ve been also reminded that hope can be a poison you’re so addictively taking not knowing it can kill you. carrie bradshaw even asks what the harm is in believing because you can’t be sure if hope is a drug you should be taking to help you live or if it’s something you need to get off of.

but i have to ask first, what exactly does “believing in love” mean? when you “believe in love,” what exactly are you betting on?

is it the belief that there’s still someone out there meant for you? like in my friend’s case, is it the belief that just by praying continuously and intently, a guy would somehow appear in your life like magic? is it believing that you still have a high market value? or is it like my other friend who believes that if others can find love past the age of 40, so can she?

to what exactly are you putting your faith?

maybe believing in love doesn’t necessarily mean being hopeful that your knight-in-shining-armor is just around the corner. maybe when you put your chip on the table, you are really placing your bet on yourself and on god. because believing in love means trusting that no matter what happens – man or no man – you won’t become bitter about life. maybe it means having faith that god won’t leave you alone, and he will fill your life with people who will make you feel loved. and maybe that would make believing not so harmful after all.

i guess am a believer after all. because after everything that i’ve been through, here i am, still putting my chip on the table, still rolling the dice, betting on myself.

things i’m good at

i have a love-and-hate relationship with facebook. most of the time, i love it because it’s full of information about the happenings in my surroundings. but other times, i hate it for the same reason. and today is one of those days where i regret having created a facebook account mainly because for the nth time, it has made me feel like a loser despite all my accomplishments in life.

i guess that’s what you get when you’re always in the loop – you see what everybody is doing in their lives. but the sad part is that the comparison never stops, which means envy is always present. in career, for instance. you just want to find out what everybody else is doing for a living. who became a company president or a businessman? who became a plain housewife/husband despite good grades in high school?

and it’s always the job or how good a person is in making money that seems to be the measurement of success. don’t get me wrong – i am more passionate in my career than you think. but still, i can’t shake off devon woodcomb’s (chuck) words: “don’t confuse your job with your life.” so i’ve decided to make a list of the things am good at that are not career-related before i get too deep into self-pity mode:

1. i’m a good daughter and sister. i may not be a perfect daughter and a sister to my parents and siblings, but i can confidently say that i’ve given more than what i was asked – out of love, of course. i love my family dearly that i want to give only the best to them.

growing up in a family that’s always struggling financially, i promised myself that when i become financially free, i will give                    my parents and brothers the kind of life they’ve never enjoyed. and that’s what i’ve been doing right now. i may not be                            married, but the fulfillment and love that i get from supporting my family are enough to make my life meaningful.

2. i’m a good friend. it’s one of the things that i pride myself on. i may not be a social butterfly who has hundreds, if not                           thousands, of contacts. but i can definitely keep long-lasting friendships.

i’m loyal, but i know when i have to tell straight to your face that you need to get your act together. tough love, that’s what                   they call it. and my friends really appreciate this in me. they also love getting pieces of advice from me.

3.  i’m generous. because am good in managing my finances, there’s always room for helping others.

4. i’m passionate. when i set my mind to something, i never stop till i get it. i even inspire other people who aren’t self-starters             like i am. and it feels good to be an inspiration.

5. i’m self-aware. it may not be a common achievement to celebrate, but i still take pride on this one. simply because i believe           that a lot of problems easily get solved when a person is self-aware. and because i am self-aware, it’s very easy for me to just               let go and be happy. i can embrace even the kind of emotions that people usually repress, such as sadness or anxiety                               that’s why it’s easy for me to let go of them.

i didn’t do this list to brag. i’m just trying to count my blessings. because in a world where you are defined by what you do for a living, it’s very easy to forget your true worth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

acceptance

my life has been all about choices lately. on the one hand, it’s a good thing because that means i have freedom. but on the other, it’s a terrible thing to be caught up in the web of confusion that makes it harder for you to choose.

nevertheless, the divine has been good to me, and i was able to drill down to what will really make me happy. but the decisions made were not easy. i had to search my soul for answers that i wasn’t even sure were there or if i had to create them out of necessity.

but here i am now, still alive and kicking. and after all the drama and heartaches, i realized what helped me get through all of it: acceptance.

no, it’s not that i backed down without putting up a fight. of course i did what every dreamer would do to anything that wants to take away his/her dreams. here, by acceptance, i mean being open to what the divine (or destiny or universe, whatever it is that you believe in) is telling you to do. if the divine is telling you to pause, unless you do, you’re just going to set yourself up for more trouble and heartache. acceptance is also embracing certain “truths.”

  1. that attraction isn’t something you can control just by becoming attractive. my favorite inspirational speaker published a book on how to find your one true love, where he enumerated steps that can be followed, as if there’s actually a formula. and one of the techniques he mentioned was becoming attractive through self-improvement inside and out.

logic will tell you that just by looking your best all the time and being a good person who looks after other people’s welfare,                  not just yours, is a surefire way to attract a mate. but recently, thanks to curveballs that life threw at me, i realized that                          love is really that mysterious that it’s just impossible to come up with techniques in finding a partner. you can be your best                  self everyday – on the inside and out – while really putting yourself out there for every potential mate to see and still fail.

2.  that chasing after things you don’t care about will only give you stress. there’s a saying that goes: “working hard for                                something we don’t care about is called stress. working hard for something we love is called passion.” it sounds like a cliche’                  that’s been passed around and yet everyone just shrugs off.

and i was one of those who just brushed aside the idea, thinking that every opportunity that comes my way is really worth                     my time and effort. i think of each of them as blessings from above when all they are are a gauge for me to know what my true               priorities are. all this time, i’ve been thinking that by saying yes to every opportunity that comes, i am enriching my life. i                     forgot that my time here on earth is limited that i should only focus on what’s really important to me or i’ll waste precious                     energy and time.

3. that sometimes, it’s enough to just be open. i belong to the generation of go-getters – the ones who are always told we could                 only amount to something if we go after what we want by any means necessary. while that’s exciting to think about, in reality,              it’s exhausting. of course for certain endeavors, only by being aggressive can you be successful. but sometimes, when being                aggressive isn’t enough – you have to take a pause and breathe. because sometimes, all we need to do is be open and stop                        obsessing. besides, there are other equally important things in life to take care of.

4. that it’s better to be alone than fake it. i’ve been single for more than 5 years now. but it’s only recently that i’ve decided to                   open myself up to a new relationship (long story – might need another entry here). and god, of course, knew of this decision                 that’s probably why he sent a few guys my way who expressed their interest in me.

if i were my old desperate self, i would’ve given in to any one of my suitors. but because i knew better, i didn’t. i know in                            myself that none of them are good for me, and if i do get together with any of them, it’s only because i want to be in a                                relationship already. so i thought to myself, i’d rather be alone than lie to other people – or to myself.

it’s easy to feel bad with every single curveball that life throws at you. but if you only know how to look for the silver lining in every situation, life won’t seem so hard after all.

 

 

 

 

lifting the “rock”

five drafts (and counting) in the backend waiting to be published. absent-mindedness. my mind in a spinning wheel. no wonder i can’t finish a damn post in this blog. it’s true what david ogilvy said: “a wooly writer has a wooly mind.” unfortunately, my expertise is in making mountains out of molehills. so here i am, turning a molehill of a problem into a major roadblock and now, i can’t concentrate.

so what’s been bugging me lately? there are quite a few, actually:

  1. love life. oh yes, when’s my heart ever become as calm as lake placid? of course it’s always been my issue. now more than ever.

             the surfer dude is still very much present in my life. he admitted (a few times, with no holds barred, might i add) how   much                he likes me. and nothing wrong with that, of course. except that to me, we can’t be anything more than friends. but the                            problem is, am too selfish to admit that to him so he can go and find someone else who will reciprocate his feelings. in the                      months that we’ve known each other, i’ve just considered him as my “boy toy” (read this article, it’s not what you think.) i’ve                  kept him around to make me feel good while waiting for this guy i actually like. (met this guy i like at this class am taking and                am liking what am seeing so far. and i wanna see what’s what.)

            the surfer dude’s not that bad. he’s cute, kind, industrious, and above all, he adores me. but he’s too far (he lives 8 hours away             from me), too young, and has no stable career yet. and by the looks of it, he’s not a husband material. (no, am not yet ready to             get married but i at least want my would-be boyfriend to be a hubby material in case i become ready.) but this has been                         bugging me because this kooky brain of mine wants to keep the guy on the hook without hurting him (crazy, i know). and of all             people, i should be the first one to know how it feels to be kept on the hook (i was kept on the hook by my ex-boyfriend for                     years.) but instead, here i am, about to get an innocent guy’s feelings hurt. (what is wrong with me?!)

        2.  business. i wouldn’t really call this a problem coz it’s not. but just the same, the whole situation is confusing to me. (they say                 an optimist would call any difficult situation an opportunity, while a pessimist would call it a problem. am beginning to think               am a pessimist.)

              my careers’ been going great. projects pushing through as planned. am learning new things everyday. then came this                               business opportunity from a high school friend.

              i have no idea yet what the business is all about coz we’re yet to meet this weekend. this friend of mine knows am a bit                               business savvy. and one of my dreams is to run my own business. but something tells me the timing of this opportunity is                     just wrong. just when i am so focused on another project, this opportunity suddenly shows up.

              and it confuses me a lot because time is limited. i have a full-time job, a big project, and some other stuff on the side. but on                the other hand, i’ve told myself i need to increase my cash flow for this big investment that am planning to venture in. this is                 just so confusing.

           3. project. this project is so big, i consider myself crazy for even coming up with the idea. but it’s here now, so i guess it’s not                     crazy after all. it’s scary because i don’t know where it will lead me or if it will come to the point of completion. i just keep on                 telling myself, i’ll deal with this one day at a time.

whew! that was a relief, having let that all out. i needed to do this because just like how the “rock” that used to block the intersect’s function in chuck’s brain, these issues have been hindering my productivity. and i haven’t been my usual self lately.

 

how much does a “father figure” figure?

carrie bradshaw asks: “how much does a ‘father figure’ figure?” it was a question on her mind because after so many failed attempts at love, it dawned on her that her relationship with men isn’t great because of her deeply-rooted father issues.

carrie grew up without a dad (at least that’s what it says in “sex and the city” but not in “carrie diaries”) because he left when she was still very young. the show didn’t anymore say what happened after that – the hardships she and her mom went through after her dad left. but as the viewer, you can pretty much conclude that her relationships with men have become messed up because of her issues with her dad – she can’t seem to figure out men that she just ends up even more confused every time she exits from a relationship.

now, i’m asking the same question. right in the middle of washing dishes, it hit me that i am probably what i am right now – not a girly girl, tough, independent, bossy, cold – because of my own issues with my dad.

you see, my dad is…let’s just say my mom is undeniably a stronger person than he is. in fact, most of the life-changing decisions they’ve made were my mom’s ideas – buying a house, getting their kids educational plan for college, or sending their kids to elite schools. my dad is just along for the ride most of the time. there were even times when he’d oppose to my mom’s idea, but my mom would still talk him through it. and in the end, mom’s idea had been the best idea for the family.

dad’s also the type who loves to play the blame game. that’s why my mom hated it so much telling him our family’s problem. in the end, i become my mom’s shock absorber, so i know our family’s problems more than my dad does.

and it’s been like that as i grew older. so by the time i became financially independent, i became all the more the “father” figure in the house. i’ve become more of the provider than the nurturer despite being a woman, as my contribution to our household is mostly monetary. i also make crucial decisions from time to time.

this got me thinking – all these probably turned me into this tough woman who thinks like a man, prompting me to go for guys who are tougher than me. so if the guy is such as weeny, i’d think that he’ll just be another big baby that needs to be taken cared of. maybe that’s why maturity (or age) has always been such an issue.

it’s not that i demand or expect too much from the guy. it’s just that this fear of ending up like my mom, who lived a miserable life because her supposed “life partner” isn’t such a partner but just a spectator who criticizes every now and then, is taking over me. and that makes it harder to find a partner.

so how much, then, does a “father figure” figure? a lot. it’s because your father is the first man in your life, and your relationship with him ultimately defines your relationship with other men. he sets the standards against which you compare all the other men you’ll let into your life. he’s the yardstick against which all the other guys will be measured. it’s your father – not your first boyfriend or first love – who will influence your decisions later on in life when you start finding a partner.