Andria Miguez

Breathe

Jan 8th, 2009 by andria

To every man there comes in his lifetime that special moment when he is figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered a chance to do a very special thing, unique to him and fitted to his talents; what a tragedy if that moment finds him unprepared or unqualified for the work which would be his finest hour…Sir Winston Churchill

There is a time and the time is now. There is a moment and the moment is now. Life is full of uncertainties, full of disappointments, full of strife and full questions every BEING on this earth must face. The most important aspect of life, namely the turmoil, is how you view it. Do you see your hardships for what they truly are…a blessing? When I look back on the life I have led, there is a part of me full of regret and sorrow. And I have to look internally to rid myself of this angst. The regret and sorrow comes from the mere knowledge that I have not lived up to the potential within me. The question I ask myself at this point is…have I really lived or merely existed? The answer is the latter. The time is now, I have to live for myself and no one else. I keep holding on to ghosts, to mere fantasies that don’t exist, that never existed. So how do you let go of a figment of your imagination, of who you THINK you are?

The dawn of a new is upon me…I must seek out consciousness, if not I will continue existing rather living. My fear is that I will not be prepared for that moment when I will be tapped on the shoulder and offered my chance to be great. My fear is that moment has already relinquished to the shadows of my past. I am special…I have an immense potential and how sad would it be if I miss my moment to do the work of my finest hour? I look within for strength, support, and stillness. I have to know that I am better off because of it.

Breathe

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On the Hunt

Jan 2nd, 2009 by andria

I think a good thing to remember is that I WANT a job. As I search, I keep forgetting that itsy bitsy tiny little detail which no doubt impedes the process.

The truth is that I’m scared of a job and I’m not sure of what I want to be when I grow up. Oh, that’s right, I AM grown up! Sure doesn’t feel like it. I guess this is the part when I feel forever young and then one day accidentally glimpse in the mirror and POOF, I’m 83 and MF where did the time go??? Its been the over arching frantic fear these days, what I’ve felt since I was at least 16… and how is it possible that I’m 28? Listening to other people who are significantly ‘older’, I hear a similar response in addition to… “don’t worry you’re young, you’ve got time”. Do I? What is time, and how do they figure?

Everything seems so timeless.

Time, a construct of the mind, a road block for so many. so I think i’ll be friends with time…

The dawn breaks… it is clear: there is no time, only its illusion. Moments of time neither matter nor exist. An illusion, memories of the past sprinkled with tomorrows dreams… Its actually quite a funny joke… Time