Heart Beats

A wise and respected teacher of mine once told the class, "Don't waste our heartbeats."

I previously wrote a post called "Beats by Rey". It was a cheesy title, yes. But lately, I have been considering the preciousness of life as well as the unfathomable value that a beat of a heart costs. It's amazing to believe that at one point in our life, we all begin our heartbeats at a relatively close age. Of course, this all begins prenatally.
When our mothers are in the doctor's office, and the nurse contributes with his or her job and sets up the ultrasound, the heartbeat that is heard then, comes from the exact same heart that we will have for the rest of our lives.

I just want to stop and truly appreciate how beautiful and valuable that truly is.

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb"- Psalm 139:13

God has intended for our hearts to beat for every second of our lives, until it is our inevitable destiny to participate in our goodbyes with this temporary body and world. He, who is Great in Himself has created us in His holy image; in which we are made to radiate in His righteous goodness. The all omniscient Lord calls for us to be reminded that we are each a unique masterpiece- specially crafted by His hands. That our time here on this world is most valued by everything that we touch, and everything that we impact.

Our time here, is not to impress. Our lives are held to be so sacred because of the things that we touch, and not by the things that we show ourselves to be.

Along with everyone else, I have gained, and I have lost. I would be lying if I said that I was never persuaded with the temptations of giving away the gift of my heartbeats.

But each day is a whole knew day of growing and learning more about this gift that we, in an  undeserving state, have been given. That although our beats are numbered, and as the time of our existence is eventually vanquished; that the beats of our hearts are most certainly not only for ourselves, but for the listening and enjoyment of others as well.

-Rey

I am an Optimist Prime

If there has ever been a time where there was a necessity to see the light at the end of the tunnel; it would be now. Despite my stubborn personality, my need for remaining optimistic became very reliant on the grounds of stabilizing my health. I always found myself trying to differentiate the attributes of a pessimist and realist; in contrast to a realist and optimist. Can optimism and realism really be successfully cohabitant? I would love to answer with, "I don't see why not."

But what if the realm of optimism is, in itself, a biased one? I mean, you can use the same logic with pessimism, I suppose...

Nevertheless, the human mind is never bias free. Decisions are made and opinions are regarded in correlation to bias. What makes bias so different? From each person, and from each mind. Why do we solidify our own world views and hold them to be our personal truth?

Well, if your truth does not relatively meet the same terms as my own, then you sir, are wrong. But what if our personal truth is not what makes bias different? Oh what is most interesting about bias is that it is not reliant upon one factor.

Ew, I hate using the word "factor". That's one of the words you use when you want to try to make yourself sound smart, when, in most certainty, you have no idea what other sophisticated word works best for the placement of a noun.

I am an optimist. Not because I want to be, but because I have to be. I am biased. Something in my upbringing or cognitive development was different than one of a pessimist.

However, it's with this mindset that will bring me to my best potential state of health.

I apologize for my short post. Yeah, I don't have much time to elaborate more on these feelings.

Really, I don't have much time. I'm on vacation. I will do my best to blog about that as well.

-Rey

Yours Truly

So, there has come a moment where my blog page has hit a stump; which explains the lacking of  blog posts. For some reason, I find myself to be a little...stuck.

I know that for the past few posts, I have been focusing on fun topics that are in correlation to my major, as well as how I like to give my shpiell on them.

Yet, I find myself stumbling upon finishing a post for the longest time. If only the evidence of my full draft bin can be viewed by the public, it would be almost sad to see how many of these blog ideas go unfinished.

Why these posts might be so unfulfilled might just be because that is just how I was feeling at the time. No, maybe not so much unfulfilled. But, something was definitely off with me. Something was off when the moment came that I lost interest in a lot of the things that I found to be so pleasurable before. I actually love blogging. I love thinking and stretching my mind and ideas. I love receiving feedback from others who have read the things that I freely choose to share.

But I was stuck. There came a point in my life where I realized that something was off. Something was wrong. I don't know when it began, and I don't know how ruthless it was at attacking my thoughts. I found myself to be far more drained, and exhausted. Even after picking up plenty of more hours at work, the constant movement was also taking it's toll on my health in general.

It's not like this stump is anything that is new to me. I mean, we've all had this stump come some time in all of our lives. It's just all a matter of how we choose to get over them. I guess my stump was a little too big for me to handle on my own. But I have chosen my own method of how this stump will be leaped over, and how I can return to enjoy the things that I love.

I have made the decision that there are going to be plenty of changes happening in my life. A change of thought, a change of perception, and a change of lifestyle.

This blog page is called Yours Truly, and I decided that from now on, this page will be of my personal life, as well as the adventures that I will be having. I will be making another blog page soon that will be in relation to social topics, encouragement and psychology. But until then, my focus is on clearing this stump and finally organizing my thoughts together.