of Alzheimer, freedom and happiness

But for my grandmother, the disease had seemed liberating. For the first time in all the years I’d known her, she seemed truly happy.

Imagine: to be freed from your memory, to have every awful thing that ever happened to you wiped away — and not just your past, but your worries about the future, too. Because with no sense of time or memory, past and future cease to exist, along with all sense of loss and regret. Not to mention grudges and hurt feelings, arguments and embarrassments.

And that’s the fantasy, isn’t it? To have your record cleared. To be able not to merely forget, but to expunge your unhappy childhood, or unrequited love, or rocky marriage from your memory. To start over again.

Robert LeleuxA Memory Magically Interrupted (essay)

Anger

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Some of the worst days of my life involves me raising my voice to an octave I didn’t even know I can manage to belt out. It’s that moment that dark clouds hides judgment and you succumb to a feeling so intense you didn’t know how much damage it would create, nor how much damage it can cause you.

I’m a very patient person and most people would say that I’m pretty chill despite others trying to push me around, and just because I really don’t let them. I try not to think that they are pushing me around, but instead, I’m just being the better person by trying to find around the situation without losing my cool. However, all of us has a trigger that can ignite that fire to explosion, you know? I have that. The trigger is buried within layers of patience and body fat, but when pressed, uh-oh.

To be very honest, I’ve only been angry several times in my lifetime, probably less than ten times. I try to find reason for every bad thing that happens to me or when people do me wrong so I can try to find reason to easily forgive them too, but that trigger has no logic, so I just explode. Of course, I also held grudges and that one is worse, but at least that my angry imploding muses got me writing angry poetry and angsty prose.

I think for the reasons that I get really angry–you know, like screaming, red-faced mad–it’s valid. Nobody tells me that it was an uncalled for reaction, but I get the biggest damage in the end. Why? Probably because in the end, me getting angry and raising my voice didn’t solve anything permanently. Also, my heart cannot bear the emotion as there’s irregularity in the beat and my breathing shortens. Since I’m not used to this very powerful emotion, my body reacts very negatively to it. And of course, once I get this much angry, I feel awful the rest of the day. It throws me off-balance. The regret of giving up to the situation and letting anger dominate me for a few seconds stretches to the rest of the day.

The thing is, when this happens, I crave random things. I don’t eat properly and start craving for food that I won’t usually eat on a non-special day, meaning I spend more. And there’s nothing more awful than unplanned and impulsive spending.

So there, Buddha, you’re right. My anger is punishing me right now because I still feel bad about it. I direly need to meditate again.

 

 

Imbes na “usad-pagong” gawing “usad-Philippine Justice System”. Iyon talaga, ubod ng bagal. Imbes na “nawalang parang bula,” gawing “nawalang parang PDFA.” Iyon talaga naglaho.

“Gasgas”

And speaking of which, wala naman kasing spitting distance na kubeta sa taong, “Taena pare, matatae na ‘ko!” Totoo, take it from me. Shit happens. Bagong kasabihan: sa taong matatae, tumitigil ang oras, humahaba ang biyahe.

“Dyebs”

Wika nga ng matandang siste ng sibilisadong nagiisip, buwis at kamatayan lang ang sigurado sa mundo. Kahit hindi mo planuhin, magbabayad ka ng buwis at matetepok. Sa kung paanong paraan ka magbabayad ng buwis at paano matetepok, iyan ang hindi tiyak.

“Kung Makakatapos Ka”