The Crossroad

“Don’t let fear stop you from doing what you love.” 

                                                                                  – Buster Moon (Sing)

It seems that “fear” is the common theme in the movie I watched last night with the husband and the kids and in the teenage “Divergent” book I’m reading currently.

Last night, a perfectly beautiful Saturday evening, we watched “Sing”, an animation brought to us by the makers of “The Minions” and the “Despicable Me” series. Saturday nights have become “movie-bonding” moments with my little family – a tradition that was passed on to me by my own family.

Sing is a movie about a bunch of talented animals who became “family” when they were chosen for a singing competition by Buster Moon, the wonderful, most optimistic Mr. Koala Bear. It is a movie about the journey they took together to fulfill their dreams of singing in front of millions and finding their “true selves” in the process.  

My husband and I would make sure that we watch a child-friendly movie on this specific evening because Paul and Phoebe are growing up too fast; too soon in my opinion. A few years from now, they’d want claim over their Saturday nights. It could be with us, Emar and I, but it could be with their own set of friends as well, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. I still want claim over the “cool mom” label.

So while Emar and I can and are still allowed by Paul and Phoebe to spend Saturday nights with them, I’m taking advantage of the “this and now”, if only to stop the fear brewing inside of us, knowing that in time, our children are going to leave us to pursue a life of their own making.

Oh Time, … “you’re dead tissue; you’re petrified; you kill beauty; you ruin things”. This, according to Will Smith’s “Collateral Beauty” character’s letter to Time, which was the movie Emar and I watched Friday night. Yes, we’re old. We spend Friday nights at home, watching sappy, thought-provoking movies instead of out and about in bars and clubs.

Time, truly, is humanity’s most precious resource. You cannot buy more time. You cannot trade time. You can, however, give time – TIME for the things you truly love to do; and fear has got no room here.

Because Fear will only paralyze you; and while Time ticks away the minutes and the seconds, you stay still, immovable, not able to move forward and pursue “what is that you love to do” – that which you believe in and makes you want to be better, that which you believe contributes to the greater good, that which makes you happy and grateful.

Two months have passed already in 2017. Oh Time, … we were just celebrating New Year, Valentine’s Day and my daughter’s 7^th birthday. Now, it’s March. Soon it’ll be April and my birthday once again.

Don’t let Time get to you. Time is not the enemy, fear is. Hours, days and months are but an illusion, something man-made to guide the ignorant.

I feel that I am at a crossroads and that enough time has been given to me to decide which road to take. It’s just that fear of change has paralyzed me and has made me quite the procrastinator. It’s funny because I’ve been dreaming of this for years and now that it’s almost here, I can’t seem to decide anymore.

I do believe, however, that everything happens for a reason even the things that happen at the edge of a crossroad. So, if you feel that you need to stop and look back, do so. If by chance you feel like meditating, do it.

Take your time. Be patient. Enjoy the journey and the stopovers.

I’m doing it now for I believe that the most beautiful changes in life are worth waiting for, worth meditating over, worth all the fear and excitement, worth every fork in the road that I took to get to THE CROSSROAD.

Ending this post is a quote from Henry Van Dyke about our friend, Time:

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”

P.S. – I’ll let you know once I’ve crossed the crossroad. For now, let’s Live, Love and Laugh. 

My parents gave me this following a Europe trip late last year. If I remember correctly, this is made of special glass or something. It seems that my parents' favorite gift to yours truly is a timepiece. What does that make of me? Hi hi. Ma and Pa, you might not have noticed but I believe this is your third timepiece gift to me, the other two were well-loved, well-received wristwatches.