caterpillar talk

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

– I Feel Pretty, West Side Story

“Confidence is often a form of self-delusion
so powerful that it hypnotizes other people.”
– Jessica Zafra

i’ve decided to launch my own project 365.

project 365 a.k.a. the one a day challenge. it is not something new. there are individuals and groups already into it, if not already through with it. the concept is simple: remain faithful in doing a particular something on a daily basis for 365 consecutive days. hence, the name.

the theme of a project 365 is up to the person or persons involved. this could mean… one photograph a day, one poem a day, one date a day (whoa!), one text message to a particular person a day, one trip a day, one letter a day, one blog entry a day, one movie a day, one sketch a day, one book a day, one story a day, one chocolate a day, one quote a day… among others. at the end of 365 days, one should be able to look back to 365 photographs, 365 poems, 365 dates, 365 texts, 365 trips, 365 letters, 365 blog entries, 365 movies, 365 sketches, 365 books, 365 stories, 365 chocolates, 365 quotes… non-repeating.

my chosen theme for my own project 365 is new thing learned. beginning today, i’ll be writing down a new thing learned on a daily basis. i’ll update you with my progress on this endeavor every 30 days or so.

do you know why i chose the theme i chose? the answer is simple. it’s better than the other one which i came up with: one project 365 launch a day. crazy, huh?

uh, got a project 365 theme in mind? i invite you to join the wagon. start your own project 365, too!

“Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream –
whatever that dream might be.”
–Pearl S. Buck

once there was a heart. it choked. it broke.
once there was a dream. it died.

i once had that heart. i once had that dream.
one broke. one died.

i stepped in too late to save one or both of them.

i now have a new heart. i now have a new dream.
i’m taking good care of them.

the dream, it did not really die.
it only got the fate that befell the heart.

i didn’t get a new heart. i didn’t come up with a new dream.
i couldn’t. my hands’re full –

it’s like having a new heart, it’s like having a new dream
nursing that broken dream that the broken heart still sustains.

about the image: multi-colored sky as viewed from corregidor island’s battery grubbs. photo taken by val.