Soccer

Soccer is so much fun. Haven't played competitively in a while. I always miss the lads back in my 4 years of college at Eastman. But now I'm playing with the teachers at my workplace. It's really awesome to see us bond and play our hearts out.

I have a bruised finger, because the ball jammed it - playing goalie as usual. Caroline was there to watch the game, which put extra pressure on me to make better saves. haha

So I'm done with a personal tug-of-war between getting a new car and sticking with the one I have. Best to stick with the one I have and buy a cheaper, second hand minivan (to transform it into Caroline's harp mobile). That will save us more money.

Which means, I'm back to square one with my '05 Chevy Cobalt. Mods by the end of May; a present to myself. (:

Can't wait for the wedding! Almost done with the planning. I can't believe Caroline and I are planning this whole event by ourselves. Stressful, but worth it in the end. (:

An Open Heart

There was a time when I didn't know how to listen. And to be honest, I still struggle to maintain a listening ear every now and then. My brain still rushes through explicit ideas instead of just having to lay down my defenses and expect nothing, in order to truly hear what another person has to say.

But something magical always seem to happen when I listen successfully... I get filled with a sense of wholeness as my heart opens.

I think an open heart starts with a listening ear.

It is truly great when Caroline and I can talk about how we truly feel about situations and interactions between us. It shows honesty, respect and openness.

I love her. (:

Life As I Knew It

When I was younger, I thought that the skies were blue because of some magical reason that could never be understood, and that the clouds only seem to pollute the scenery. And I always thought that dogs and cats are secretly able to speak our languages, gossiping about us whenever we sleep at night. I was also convinced that a fly could rise up from the grave after having been swatted, somehow rejuvenating itself even with it's guts spilled out.

I would like to think that my mind is still as imaginative and limitless, not bound by the laws that govern our physical world. But somehow, I know that I've caged my thinking a whole lot more than I used to. And I find it hard to let my imagination fly whenever I get an opportunity to use it.

Don't get me wrong. I love physics. I just can't seem to undo what I've learned, and hope to be a little bit more creative outside the compounds of theories and laws that are supposedly scientific.

I need imagination and creativity to start my business. Wait... What?

Ah, how wonderful the human mind works, as the truth expresses itself after a long time of serving the monstrous 88-key, and setting myself up for educating and being educated, that in the midst of all the various journeys, I end up yearning to achieve more through another means of skill and mastery.

Now questions race back and forth...

What makes a successful business?

How do you start one?

What does it take to maintain one?

Am I for real?

Seriously, why can't I just be content?