If only when you hear
That Old Age knocks at the door,
You could lock the door,
Answer this: “Not here!”
And refuse the Intruder!
Saturday, January 9th, 2016
If only when you hear
That Old Age knocks at the door,
You could lock the door,
Answer this: “Not here!”
And refuse the Intruder!
Saturday, January 9th, 2016
It is the night as dark as the Persian night,
I listen to the silence of the night;
Let nothing disrupt the stillness of mind.
Let nothing make me afraid.
For life is transient,
For it could end in the night;
Let me now forsake all passing things.
Let me enjoy the moment of peace.
Monday, January 4th, 2016
I don’t know when my ship turns landward
I don’t know how long it will take me there
Sailing on wide, wide sea alone, leeward
With Hope as the mainstay of voyage thus far.
I’m not afraid of the storm and stress
I’m not afraid of the wild waves with gushing foams
Making seaway against the vicissitudes of the seas
I’ll go ashore in spirit triumphant and courageous.
Friday, January 1st, 2016

Hello to a new year. I started this first day of 2016 with a morning mass at St. Mary’s Church to celebrate the feast day of Mary, Mother of God, to whom the faithful have recourse. So I did not squander today with inactivities, albeit I skipped going to a gym. On the pretext of having a recovery day of my regular 5-day-workout regime at the gym, I opted for reading a book in peace and quiet. The first day of a new year has always been an occasion on which new gym-comers occupy all the treadmills and elliptical machines in eager expectations of shedding dozens of pound, trying to keep their new year’s resolutions. From my empirical observation, all those new faces sweating at the gym will slowly fade away in a couple of months. It’s a new year phenomenon; working out is indeed akin to a Herculean task.
I have been feeling exhausted and lethargic since this afternoon – or the beginning of the winter. Hence the negation of my lame excuse of not doing exercises at the gym as aforesaid… I presume the cause of these unfavorable feelings is the change of time and season that has started and developed since the end of the summer time. The weather and season do affect your mind and body, or play a vital of inducing psychosomatic symptoms. Which consequently leads us to see such psychological influence on our somatic existence in the relevant philosophical spectrum.

Schopenhauer has been known to complain that human life dangles between trouble and boredom. In fact, both cumbersome existential dilemmas have their profound meanings and purposes. Boredom is a continual reminder that it results from Inactivity. But activity does not exist for the purpose of our escaping boredom; to be precise, boredom exists in order that we will escape inactivity and ultimately actualize our own unique, singular ends. The struggle of life, microscopic or macroscopic, between these feelings of trouble and boredom keeps us in “suspense” because it will let us fulfill the demands placed upon our daily tasks however banal or simple they may seem.
With respect to the meaning of Trouble, it is also a good reminder that it stimulates positive sparks on our otherwise apathetic, lukewarm mental state, which is a psychic rigor mortis. So long as we suffer, we remain psychically alive and mentally alert. Therefore, it’s not a platitude that suffering makes us mature and wise in experience, richer and stronger in spirituality.

In light of the above, lethargy or just plain laziness will be a both somatic/psychic indicator that tells you that it has a high time you bolstered up yourself with clear set of principles that guide you to self-actualization in a discovery of what life expects you to do in your time on earth. And it begins not with a grandiose ritual but with a simple but dutiful performance of daily tasks. So as the first day is reaching the dying of the night, I wish my Readers a happy new year with a full portion of health and success in whatever you Readers hope to achieve in this brand new year with God’s blessings.

Dear Readers,
Hi there. Thank you for stopping by my blog. It’s always pleasure communicating with people through writing, which I believe is the most authentic vehicle of expression of a self. Not that did I major in English at Rutgers University (a Scarlet Knight) with a sense of duty to exercise the field of study but that I like reading and writing prompted me to publish my thinkings in this blog. So Welcome All with my Whole Heart.
My name is Stephanie, living in a suburban New Jersey town in the vicinity of the New York City. I work in the City for livelihood and write at home (or sometimes on the Second Floor in a Dunkin’ Donuts’ shop nearby my workplace) for selfhood. The great psychologist and thinker Viktor E. Frankl, who is also the founder of Logotheraphy has urged us that we humans must strive for realizing our values that are: Creative Value, Experiential Value, and Attitudinal Value in order to arrive at meanings of our lives. How true the maxim it is! I believe those who write are united spiritually in fulfilling such noble deeds. We are kindred spirits.
I may not write perfect English prose due to English being my Second – surrogate, that is – language. I may not sound ordinary in the sense that my writing speaks with certain streaks of foreignness. Nevertheless, it is my quest for actualizing what I possess inside, Something that is yearned for its being unearthed by means of literary expression. And I have to purge it out, unravel the mystery in me that is dying for the discovery of the truth in me.
Hence this little blog has come into being; it is the birth of my brain child, or rather the manifested ego qua meaningfulness as in terms of Logotheraphy. So many thanks again for your readership, which is also meaningful to me.
Merry Christmas and God Bless Your Hearts.
All the Best,
Stephanie S.
As I was walking down the bank by the river
I met a woman sitting by the bank, who wasn’t there!
She’s not there yesterday, today!
I prayed, I wished she’d leave away!
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2015
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