What Famous Leader Are You?

What Famous Leader Are You?
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Oh no! I have just been compared to Che Guevara - the leader that pot smokers emulate. I hope that this comparison does not give you much of an idea of how I led my past life! hehehe On second thought, I guess that I am much like Che Guevarra, the rebel who fought the Peron government for its abuses amongst the Argentinians. In a sense, I like it. I like fighting the injustices done not only to me but to others as well. But with this comes an equal challenge: that I not be the source of any injustice to my self or my neighbor. This is indeed a tall order but definitely well worth the effort.

Being Morpheus

During one of my lull moments, I surfed through the net and stumbled on this site about greek gods. It had a quiz that allowed you to identify with one of those gods. Curious as to which god I would have been, I took the quiz and the result read:

You're like the Greek God Morpheus, of dreams. Believing there is something bigger out there and often lost in thought. You're imaginative, and smart - not always a leader, but usually the one who comes up with the plan. You often ask, "What if ... ?" and long to get out of the darkness and through the window.

I derive great satisfaction whenever I dream and wonder about how this world can be a better place. Often, I am quick to notice when something is not right in a person, a place, or a situation. And when I witness such, I wonder what could be done to help make things right for that person, place, or event. And when things turn out for the better, then I feel good about myself and this world.

There is one problem though. I often wonder how I can make my world and my life a lot better than it is. I get stuck with my thoughts, not knowing what to do, where to go, or who can help me out of this quagmire. Many people offer help but the help they offer oftentimes do not grab me.

Isn't that ironic? Well, I guess life is one big irony!

Someone is Indeed Greater

I could not say I believe � I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God.

Have you ever had such an experience of being gripped by something stronger and greater than yourself? Such an experience has led Carl Jung to assert God's existence. For my part, I really wouldn't claim to have had an earth-shaking experience of God. But as the theologian Johnson says, a religious experience need not be accompanied by fireworks. It could be in a gentle and silent breeze as what the priest Zadok experienced.

Prayer has privileged me with such an experience. No, not all my prayers are characterized with the qualities of a religious experience. But one thing that I always thank the Lord for is the experience of helplessness and powerlessness whenever I place myself in His presence. Such experience makes me realize that I do not have my life in the palm of my hand. Such experience impresses on me that I have come to this world with nothing and will surely leave this world with nothing. Being powerless and helpless makes me realize is that everything is indeed gift from the Provident and Loving God I choose to believe in.

POP - Prisoners of the Past

Last night, I had a very unusual and deep conversation with a friend. I not one to engage in very personal conversations. I am a happy-go-lucky-person and very laid back at that. But after three bottles of beer and two glasses of vodka, I was kinda tipsy enough to "spill the beans."

I really dunno but I just talked about how I don't feel so loved at all - especially by my dad and my family. I also talked about how this has affected my relationship with authority figures. You see, I go to a shrink and she told me that I will always have difficulties with people in authority because I never had a good example of authority.

And true enough, I always get into trouble with people in authority. I guess they just bring out the rebellious streak in me. Or should I say that I just bring out the punitive streak in them?

I then narrated to him a litany of complaints - how I am always judged to be the source of a problem, how I am too much of an underachiever, how it is difficult to deal with me because of hurt feelings, and so on. My friend ended our conversation with thus: "You are a prisoner of your past."

Yes, I know I am a prisoner of my past. And I do not wish to be damned in this place. I desire to get out, to escape. But no matter what I do I cannot seem to squeeze myself through the bars. I really dunno how much longer I will be entrapped in this place. But heaven forbid the day when I just might get too comfortable trapped within the cage of my past!