WHY OF LIFE AND THE LIVING CAME INTO BEING
To begin with, I did not know at the very outset what my blog should be all about. I came up with a blog name only for the sake of having a blog name, without identifying the very purpose for which my blog, “Of Life and The Living” was to be created. Until one day (it was, I think, middle of August last year), when I so remembered how a friend, son of my mom’s best friend, talked back to his mother, I decided that it be about life and people. But then again, it was still unclear to me. If it were to be about life and people, I still failed to know what aspects of life that I would be writing about for this blog, thus this introduction:
“This is my life. Don’t care about how I live my life. I am already grown up, and I know what I am doing.” So clearly I heard my friend say this up front to his mother when she reminded him of choosing friends to tag along with.”
“This statement of a son to a mother — so caring and thoughtful — has repeatedly resonated into my subconscious self, making me realize my life will be meaningless without a mother by my side. To be frank, like my friend, I used to be constantly reminded by my mom Epie (+) not necessarily about friendship but about life in general. Though I don’t know what life really is all about then, I would say I used to live an emaciated life. I cared about no one, even my mother who, in spite of my indifference and “emotional flatness,” had persistently shown me her endless love and affection.”
What could have driven me to write my own blog? It was only after a long while that I was once again triggered to pick my pen up and became more interested — and even more inspired — to write, after quitting a job in a local newspaper, passionately about a flurry of events that have mitigated our resolve to live our lives to the fullest.
I lost my mom in May 21, 2010, a few months after I had left her for a job — though not high-paying — abroad in order to help her in her expenses supposedly for her dialysis. It was not my plan to work abroad and leave her during the times when she needed me much. I also lost my job in the Philippines for a job here in Saudi Arabia, where I experienced discrimination despite my having an edge over my colleagues in so many aspects and where I felt I lost my personal and professional pride and dignity.
“But that’s life,” muttered a friend.
To which I agreed, though with reservations.
With these experiences, it became a little bit clear to me what I would be blogging about — that it should, indeed, be about life and people.
This became apparent in the third and fourth paragraphs of my introduction to Of Life and The Living.
“I have tried to look for the meaning of life in the dictionary but ended up more confused, feeling so helpless and hopeless. I knew then that even dictionary can’t help us even in knowing what life is and must be.”
“Wikipedia says life means biota, a characteristic that distinguishes objects that have signaling and self-sustaining processes (i.e., living organisms) from those that do not either because such functions have ceased (death), or else because they lack such functions and are classified as inanimate.”
This definition of life did not help me that much.
“This definition of life makes me a lot more confused. It does not augur well with my thinking that life is not all about our existence in the biosphere nor all about our survival in this macrocosm.”
But I stood firm with my belief, which you can see in the fifth and last paragraph.
“Life is defined by the purposes for which we live it, and these are to live it the way we want for the glory of our Creator, to have the opportunity to share with others the blessings we receive from Him, and to attain genuine happiness in the end. Thus this blog, ‘”Of Life and The Living”, with three-pronged taglines: LIVE. SHARE. BE HAPPY.”
Influenced much by the rut I am in, I believe I should give in to the idea that as we live our life, we should not only be sharing with others what we have and be happy with doing it. We should know how to share stories of which we are part — the stories not only about our personal lives but those of others as well. Thus, this blog, with a new look, has a new tagline, “Peddling stories worth talking about.”