The Universe Is In Us

One of the most beautiful and moving videos I’ve come across in my life. Loneliness is a negative energy that is unnecessary, but of course we are but human and this emotion is unstoppable from seeping in our mind from time to time. I’d like to compare worrying with loneliness. It’s like trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing gum. (Thank you sunscreen song! look it up in you tube, very wise words.)

We never have to be lonely. Just imagine. The vastness of this universe is in us. We are one with the beauty of everything the universe has to offer. Alone at night? Looking up at the stars will make you feel like someone is out there looking up with you in this world, or maybe together with a different kind of species from another planet because I do believe that aliens exist. heheh It’s overwhelming to know how billions of individuals in this world contain such greatness inside them. A unique fingerprint, unparalleled experiences that only one being can ever have, each of us are designed differently and no one is ever the same. Never mind what Tyler Durden said in fight club: “Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” Bullshit.

“The universe is in us, when I reflect on that fact, I look up… Many people feel small because the universe is big. But I feel big because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity. That’s really what we want in life. We wanna feel connected, we wanna feel relevant. You wanna feel like a participant on the goings on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive”. – Neil deGrasse Tyson

Poem of the day by my husband from a parallel universe, Tom Hiddleston :)

The Truly Great


I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fêted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

The Missing Piece

I cannot believe that this profound and complex work of art is a children’s storybook. Imagine at a young age being taught that finding our “missing piece” will not necessarily make us complete, but in actuality will hinder us from singing, stopping to smell the flowers, talking to a worm and having little adventures and misadventures along the way (of course these are not to be taken literally, but are mere metaphors of thrills we miss when we find that missing piece). I guess it is good that the youngsters who will come upon this book will learn the reality of love’s nature. Thanks to a special someone who introduced this story to me. I think I will let my teenagers of the future read it to brace themselves for this complicated but beautiful thing we call love.

Marriage and relationships are hard work and many tend to over romanticize these things. It’s not all fairy tale happy endings where the prince will carry you on his stallion to live in a beautiful castle and be happy forever and ever amen. The books do not show the arguments that come after, or the emptiness and silence during dinner. It will not show the jealousy, violence and bitterness. And it will not definitely reveal the curiosity of finding another “piece” that might be “better”.

In his book “Being and Nothingness”, Jean Paul Sartre describes the nature of love, of how authentic relationships are bound to fail if we try to possess and fashion our lovers in a way that we desire. If we objectify the ones we “love” into our ideal partner, we will be in it for a mess. I couldn’t agree more. I think that love is never trying to change our lover or our beloved. Love is supposed to be a mirror and a reflection. Antoine de Saint-Exupery explains it best when he said: “Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.”

I came from a four-year relationship and despite it not ending as good as I have wanted it to be, I have never learned as much from that time span. My boyfriend then taught be genuine love, happiness, patience, selflessness and cooking well. 🙂 The reality is, we both ended up being completely different people in the end. Frustrations of wanting the other to be someone they’re really not started to rise. The missing piece that found its “perfect” fit rolled too fast to appreciate the flowers, or talk to worms. It rolled too fast that it forgot to sing perfectly. So what did I learn? I realized that no particular and single piece will ever fulfill us the way only we can. I realized that love is not trying to change anyone into your image of who you want them to be. Quoting Mr. Tom Robbins: “When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on–series polygamy–until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.” I realized that there is no such thing as a perfect piece that fits you, or a soulmate. No such things exist. I think there will be many pieces or lovers we will encounter along the way and all these pieces will leave deep footprints in our hearts, that will shape our characters through life’s journey.

I will end this with one of my favorite poems by Khalil Gibran in his book “The Prophet” that every person in a relationship should read. This is how it should be:

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


For the longest time, I’ve kept my reflections and musings only to myself. I treasured that privacy very much. My vulnerable state led me to retreat, always have a guard up and isolate my thoughts from the outside world. Maybe this is because of all the tribulations in my life that I have experienced, I lost trust and did not want any soul into the vast, soupy, complex and intricate design of my mind. I know I sound very dramatic but that was the past and the present is a new, glorious positive start, hence the picture in my header (which I can proudly say was taken by me in an airplane on the way home to Manila from a foreign land 🙂 ) and the title of this post: “Sunrise” which is symbolic of a new beginning. I read a quote once stating: “Art is not art if it is not shared”. The pieces I will create here I will consider to be my personal art, and to actualize the “art”, I will be sharing it.

You may be wondering why my blog is entitled Amor Fati. This is actually a Latin phrase which translates to “Love thy fate”. This is a famous quote from the philosopher Frederich Nietzsche whose works have inspired me from the time I watched the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” (Where Kirsten Dunst’s character quotes him and says: “Blessed are the forgetful for they get the better even of their blunders”) until the time I studied his works in my Existentialism class. The concept of loving thy fate is very significant for me because it is an attitude and a lifestyle I want to adapt. It means an acceptance and surrender to one’s fate no matter the outcome. Sweet or bitter, loss or success – it is all part of the goodness of our life’s journey.

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer. – Nietzsche