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Business Ideas
I really wanted my own small business to begin with. I just wanted like, a waffle business in a busy street or in a school or in an MRT station. I also wanted a thrift book store in Ayala MRT Station.
However, I don’t have the capital yet. I just really, really wanted to start a small business talaga. Pero I guess, patience pays off in the long term.
My mind is also flying eventually in having a master’s in entrepreneurship in DLSU or AIM. Pero dude. The tuition is as expensive as starting my own small business. Maybe long term.
I just hope that this isn’t another manic depressive attack. But I’ve had an eye for these goals ever since, thanks to being immersed in the family business.
Tiwala lang mamshie. We’ll get there. :)
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A letter to my future self
Dear me,
Hi.
As of this writing, I just have resigned from my former job due to the reasons I have stuck in my head. I am pretty much averse to trials and challenges, and got so used to excelling in a lot of things. I have also pretty much lived within my academic comfort zone, and admittedly, I am having communication issues to my peers and I keep things to myself.
It’s so sad that my job ended up that way. Now looking back, I could have done things a lot more differently, my boss remarking that I don’t put my heart on things. I only did my best within the limits of my comfort. Sometimes, I did push myself a bit to go the extra mile.
It was also a mistake giving up on my career altogether. My decision to go back in the family business is a point of no return. I cannot just tell my parents that I want a job back, since I have committed in taking over the business and helping them out.
I thought that things will go smoothly the way they should. However, napagalitan na ako numerous times due to my lazy ways that cannot keep up with the industriousness of my parents. Although to be honest, it has taught me things I will never learn in school.
I feel so inadequate, and I feel so weak, and I feel so incapable of helping myself since I only have an allowance that is one-third of what I used to earn when I still had a job. I am mentally stable now, and yet, still suffering, in the constant push and pull of thoughts in my head.
I am sandwiched between the past, present, and future. My former self will simply fold and give up. In spite of all the things that I have mentioned, I really, really wanted to give myself a tap on the shoulder for a job well done in maintaining my moods.
To you, my future self, I am letting you know that things will get better as it had in me after 30 years. Do not lose hope. And even if things seem to be okay, life will never run out of challenges, misfits, and struggles. As I am currently struggling in the family business, I am having high hopes in you that you will overcome your anxieties and fears and everything in between.
I hope that you are happy right now--- with your book business, real estate brokership, kids with your jowa, a fit body, an awesome, responsible freedom, money to help others, friends and family that you treasure and love, and a lot of reasons to smile. The first 30 years of your life has been an endless stream of suffering and uncertainty... But I hope that during the time that you are reading this letter that you have found your piece and peace here on earth.
Whenever you are struggling in any aspect of your life, remember to trust the universe that that challenge is leading you to greater and greater things and further and further paths. You will be a constant reminder and a beacon of hope for all the mental health patients struggling out there.
May all the desires of your heart aligned to His will come true in your end.
Love,
Your past self
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Feeling Good by David D. Burns
I have bumped this book in a thrift book store before the start of the pandemic. It has been dusting in my shelf for quite some time now, and I have since then started reading it again. It really is fulfilling seeing this coming from someone who has experienced clinical depression throughout my college years and during my leave in law school. I have also started applying the first writing exercise the book suggested. To be honest, it feels so relieving challenging my self-defeating thoughts.
At the core of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is the belief that challenging your thoughts will make your moods better, and your moods are the product of your thoughts. It’s literally the silver lining I am clinging long and hard for, since I’m starting to search for tools to overcome my self-defeating thoughts and paralyzing negativities.
I am so looking forward to finishing this book with a better mindset!
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Welcome back. :)
It’s been like, 5 to 6 years since I last opened this account. I saw some posts I’ve had that does not resonate with my viewpoints anymore.
I’m 30 right now, and I started this in my early 20′s. Let’s just see how this whole “blogging” thing goes.
And yes, I’m back. I’ll dump my thoughts here hihi.
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academic success is not the most important thing in my life, i tell myself as i’m having a breakdown because of academic success, the most important thing in my life
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via fatifer)
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Questions...
Where do I go?
Who do I call?
What should I do?
When the darkness comes into my heart.
When I feel all alone and so small.
When the tears won’t leave me.
Where do I go?
Who do I call?
What should I do?
When I’m screaming in the silence.
When I can’t breathe, can’t think.
When all my hope crumbles.
Where
Do
I
Go
?
Who
Do
I
Call
?
What
Should
I
Do
?
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Calories don’t matter when you’re on your period / PMSing.
It’s one of those rules of feminism.
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London
I'm on my way to one of the most historic and progressive cities in the world. :")
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I recognized happiness by the noise it made when it left. — Jacques Prévert, French poet
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