Music Playing: Royals by Lorde
HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY 2014 TO YOU!
I was rummaging through my thoughts on what my first entry would be this 2014, and I came across this article that my friend posted on another friend’s article on the local daily broadsheet, Inquirer.
It’s spot on. It was moving, thought provocative, and best of all, rings truth.
This past year (2013), I have become more passionate in living life to the fullest. With all the deaths, calamities and tragedies that I witnessed and experienced, I really saw how life is fleeting and how most of it are filled with stuff that are not beneficial to us in the long run. I pray for myself, for my loved ones, and the rest of the world — that we will invest our time, heart and energies into the things that truly last beyond our lifetimes. Enough with the negative things that tear us down within, enough about accumulating attention and praise, enough with the baggage from the past and making others feel small.
Thank you Aoo for writing this
By Aoo Felipe
“The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we always compare our behind the scenes with someone else’s highlight reels.” —Steven Furtick
Have you done something relevant today?
Prove it. Post a photo, tweet it, blog about where you went and who you were with and what you bought.
How cool are you? How hip? How pretty? Post it and let the number of comments and “likes” dictate how valuable you are.
I’ll be the first to admit that this is the prevailing message I get every day as I clamber out of bed. It seems that in this selfie generation, we measure people by their highlight reels posted all over social media while we feel stupid and lazy and ugly, thinking: How is it they can travel, eat, or buy what I can only dream about while I endlessly toil in an 8 to 5 job, go home exhausted, only to feel more insecure as I see more of these “look what I did today” posts and repeat the endless cycle the next morning?
It begs the question: How is my life really measured?
Am I measured by the things people see? The currency we deal with now is status and material things. We are unconsciously always pining to show people we are better than they think we are by endlessly broadcasting anything in the line of self-promotion. If this is the case, how come I have never met a patient on his deathbed wishing he had been promoted more, or had more money, and bought more things?
It’s always relationships. People always wish they had more time for relationships. It’s all anyone says when faced with mortality.
I wish I invested more time in relationships. That I had laughed more and hugged more instead of being arrogant and competitive. To have listened more than speak. To have given importance to being kind rather than being right. That I had often looked into her eyes and been in the moment rather than sat through dinner typing away at a smartphone.
There are remarkable people in this world—shiny, glimmering in the spotlight, successful, confident, and brave. But I’ve noticed that there are also the quiet ones: They get up each day without any fanfare or parade. They live the day without the need to prove anything, and throughout life refuse to make ripples or gain recognition. They would rather have as their reward the gentle laughter through a family dinner, the sweetness of cuddling her husband, the stories they share when he drives his son to school. They measure life by love and hard work and sacrifice. They speak a simple truth, and can be counted on the most.
While we admire the first kind with all their positions and wealth and status, I find myself daily being drawn toward the second.
Aoo Felipe, MD, 28, is an internal medicine resident at the National Kidney and Transplant Institute. He says his nanny passed away after struggling with Stage 4 breast cancer. “She lived the most unassuming, quiet life without any entitlement—neither marrying nor possessing anything—and it was a beautiful life. Because I knew her, I have been changed for good.”