In the Mind of the Fearless Specialist

damn cold in the office, never knew why i get so cold when i'm wearing a polo.hahaha.i'm having a writers block for two weeks now.haven't written on my book project.damn wana finish it and sell itbuy a yacht and travel the world.hahaha

Life has become a series of meaningless actions. I have been caught up in a net of mundane activity. Living the uninteresting life of a shackled worker. I still have my dreams to pursue, yet i could not understand the inactivity that i am wallowing in for this past few weeks. it may have been the isolation from the people I love, craving their presence and warmth. What is life? Is life better if you live a predictable, uneventful life of an employee, being assured of a monthly income in order to survive and forsake your dreams, the joy of living your passion? I have always been a dreamer, though I do work for my dreams. Yet the reality of life always presents itself in a bad light. Will my dreams, while unacheived and is still in the process of fulfillment, bring food to my table? For this very reason, I am torn in two. I am living between two worlds. I am working for my daily life and I am working for my dream, though daily life does demand a longer period of time, the short span of time i spend for my dreams and passion makes me forget my frustrations. What are my dreams you ask? Simple I am a martial artist and a nationalist. I want to combine my art with my country's long deserved rise from the still burning ashes of misery. Fortunately my art is the very own art of the Filipinos. I dream that through teaching my art I will help in uplifiting the counciousness of my country' s youth, instilling National Pride and cultivating Cultural Identity. I have talked to some and they deem my dream elusive. yet, I am Fearless. I am a Specialist...