About

Legally Blasé

I don’t aim to use this blog to assert myself, nor to engage in political debates; all I would like is to promulgate the simple philosophy of accepting the world as it is, irrespective of its absurdities. Given that we are all teleological beings, hence the need for self-definition, still it is inevitable for the absurd to rear its head every once in a while. This is something which is futile to fight against and at the same time absurd, even inhuman, to do otherwise.

It might be viewed as one big damn it if you do, damn it if you don’t type of scene, although truth remains that none of these will ever stop man from striving to move forward- it’s our nature.

There are two ways to view the world, but I choose to stay in the middle to get a better view of either.

Who And What

An emotionally-labile logophile and hysterical realist from the Third World, fribbling away with a pen and inappropriate thoughts.

Freelance scriptwriter by day, poet by night. Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy degree holder.

This blog is a compilation of my art: poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and personal narrative.

A naos of resplendent dreams, Brigadoon of was, and the art of Sangfroid, presided by a Christian, if not, a Heideggerian drama queen.

Why And Where

I am the amalgamation of memories, thoughts, and the time which encompasses my past through my present, until the inevitability of death.

I am a Being inseparable from language.

I am consciousness thrown pell-mell into the world striving for authenticity.

I am a tree rooted in the forgetfulness of being, and the fruits I bear shall one day shine in the darkness, like the lonely but ebullient stars.

My Story

The Case

I used to be a wide-eyed dreamer, and perhaps I still am nowadays. I used to dream of flashing lights, cheering crowds, and explosive concert endings. I wanted to be a Rockstar. I used to think that music encompassed the entirety of my existence, and therefore my destiny. I wanted to be a musical artist. I used to delude myself into thinking thoughts of Rock n’ roll grandeur and it costed me money and time. Precious, precious time. I used to say to myself that music is the way to go, that all else fades in comparison, that again, music is my destiny calling.

The Trial

But then life kicked in. I thought I could hold on to these fantasies but realized I couldn’t. I thought money wasn’t spent uselessly, I thought I wasn’t wasting anybody’s time, especially mine, but lo and behold, I totally was.

The Verdict

The simple fact of the matter is that I’ve moved on. Childish dreams are no more, fantasies are gone, and false hopes long extinct. I do not claim to know more about life than the average young adult does, but I surely know now how it starts. It starts with a bit of cuts and bruises, but we all have the choice to not end in tragedy.

The inevitable lessons brought forth by education and time has given me a new perspective. I’m truly grateful for that. I now no longer see the world in rose-tinted glasses wherein I was a Rockstar and everybody else is my audience. I now see a world that is glamorously covering up all the horrible wounds it has acquired through the ages, caused not only by natural events, but by ill-willed people short of being called Spawns of Satan. I now long for the glorious past, that glorious past that has slipped through our fingers because of wars fought out of greed and envy. I ache not for change, because truly, what has happened before will happen once again, and what will happen, already happened before.

I ache. I ache for the time I wasted, but there is nothing I could do about that now, is there? I ache with satisfaction knowing that I had to waste time in order to appreciate time. It is Providence’s way of teaching us to use time wisely. And I ache to learn just how wisely I could use my time.

Hope

The rhythm of life…I now know I co-manage with God Almighty. The task at hand is not to search my destiny with delusions of grandeur, but to appreciate that fact that I, like everybody else, is but a tiny speck in this universe, although we are not marginalized to such an extent that our dreams should be become unreachable.

I still dream. But I dream with my mind alert to reality, and my eyes open to possibilities. I dream not for the entire world, but for myself. I dream to be a child of God, I dream to become whatever my purpose is, and I dream to learn to be good. Starry-eyed? No. Dreaming and hoping is essential to living just as much as breathing fresh air.

I learn to hope, I live to learn, and I live. Simple.