Differenciated

"KUNG TOTOO ANG DESTINY,
DI TOTOO ANG FREE WILL?"

...made me think!

Lexicon wise these are meanings of the two words.

Destiny : what happens in the future : the things that someone or something will experience in the future
: a power that is believed to control what happens in the future (Merriam)

Free will : the ability to choose how to act
: the ability to make choices that are not controlled by fate or God (Merriam)

Well, well, well! It has a point. But I wanted to deep dive the idea.

I wanted to differentiate the two as I do believe that these terms may have been contradicting but co-exist.

As these terms stands on their very time (situation) and act of the person over a matter.

Let us put it this way. When do you consider "destiny" happens? or the "free will" will be used?

The context. Destiny pertains to time wherein a situation will happen without any inference from the person alone. Whereforth, free will would be a decision of a person over a matter at hand or upon taking action to some situation.

Free will would take into the scene as a spice when destiny is taking its stage.

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Star(s)

I have chosen to love the night time. As it is the only time I can watch the moon and the stars. The night makes me immense myself with the animosity of the lovely sky that looks like a blanket that cuddles the moon as it plays with the twinkling stars. Like the moon, I pay good attention to the stars as I name one for myself... but one should be careful as stars are cunning they would shine bright for you once but when you blink they'd dissappear. As those stars in the sky were all named. I know somewhere I have my own...my star... who by night time is so eager to own me furthermore by daytime silently watches over me.

I've never been much into the stars' beauty from the outside I am more with how they are accompanying the moon not to go solo at night. How they shine to give light and guide to the travelers and knowledge and wisdom to the astronomers. On how they can give hope to someone on any undetermined spot on earth by just simply looking at them from afar or by wishing over one crashing as it will be caught by eyes.

Stars are lovely not just pretty. They are lovely. They always will be.

At one point,  I realised that I should stop chasing my star. I must be contented gazing at it and allow it to make its own way to amaze me: by greeting me with its infinite beauty from the inside. Anyway, it is called "my star" because it belongs to me. It belongs to me... so I I'll choose to wait to have its fall on me. At this time, I'd spend moment bettering myself so that I'd be ready to catch it with both hands. Embrace it with all my might and to unite with it as we condensed together to the infinity which only the two of us will share. 



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Lenten Reflection '16

Transcendence, a term I only encountered in the academe via psychology and philosophy. I thought no one would dare to write about it.

But it seems to be quite clear in this white published sheet.

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Story lines: To make the long story short.

#account1: He.She. Cross path. Eyes met. Started forever.

#account2: Her paper fell. He catched it. He asked for her name. They enjoyed hanging around.

#account3: She lost her glasses. He found glasses on a table. She went back to the table. It all started there.

#account4: He used the window as mirror .She rolled the window down. They laugh at each other.

#account5: She broke a string. He came to fix it. They made wonderful music.

#account6: She entered the door,  he took her hand. They danced all night.

#account7: Said sorry. FORGIVEN. Life began.

#account8: He said his good morning, she replied good morning. They created good noons.Then shared all goodnights.

#account9: He opened the door. She smiled at him. They started chatting.

#account10: He lied. She cried. They broke up

#account11: She made a confession. His heart was broken. They ended being alone.

#account12: He cares. She cares. They took good care of each other.

#account13: He said he's a she. She laugh. Turn around and cry.

#account14: At the  coffee shop. A name was called out. They both show up. They share the same name.

#account15: She started ranting. He remained calm. They the shared the night.

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