Practice random acts of kindness

There are moments in life that pass quietly—so quietly we hardly notice them—yet they linger in the heart long after the world has moved on. Kindness is like that. It does not demand applause or spectacle. It does not arrive dressed in grandeur. It slips into ordinary days unnoticed, like sunlight through a half-open window.

It does feel great all the time when you know deep down that you have helped someone. It's the feeling when your attitude tells you to do it, without expecting something in return. Doing acts of kindness without hesitation or second thoughts deliver a sense of fulfillment.
An effect which makes you smile on your own in your solitude, leaving your thoughts amazed and rejuvinating the sense of accomplishment.

Practice random acts of kindness, they say. A simple instruction. But beneath it is something bigger, something almost spiritual: an invitation to participate in the unseen architecture of humanity.

Because truthfully—kahit gaano tayo ka-busy, ka-successful, o ka-modern—something in us softens when we help someone. There is a tenderness in it. A lightness. A quiet joy that blooms inside the chest the moment we choose generosity over indifference. It’s the kind of feeling that makes you smile alone, habang naglalakad sa kalsada, wondering how such a small gesture could leave such a warm imprint on your spirit.

You feel it not in the moment of action, but in the echo that follows.

These acts of kindness—they rarely come planned. They come like instinct, like an inner voice tapping gently on our conscience. Go. Help. Listen. In those seconds, logic steps aside and the heart takes the lead. Parang automatic—hindi mo na kailangan pag-isipan. Your hands move. Your feet follow. Your soul recognizes someone else’s need before your mind fully names it.

And what a beautiful truth that is.

We are strangers to most of the world, yet capable of changing a life in a single heartbeat.

The world often teaches us to chase achievement, validation, visibility. But kindness teaches something opposite: that fulfillment is often found where no one is watching. That greatness is sometimes measured in moments too small to post, too fleeting to record, too intimate to explain.

Hindi lahat ng kabutihan may saksi.

But that does not make it lesser. If anything, it makes it pure.

It is the small things—always the small things—that build the emotional infrastructure of this world. A stranger who stops to help. A friend who listens at the right moment. A smile given when someone needed proof that the world is still gentle.

To the giver, the gesture may be forgotten. But to the receiver, it may be remembered for a lifetime.

Alam mo ’yung pakiramdam na parang may humawak sa kamay mo, kahit hindi literal? Just enough warmth, just enough presence, just enough humanity to remind you that you are not alone here. That someone—somewhere, even briefly—chose to care.

Maybe that is the quiet miracle we overlook:

Kindness does not change the world all at once, but it changes someone’s world right away.

Your heart speaks out whenever the act of kindness is being triggered. Combine it with your mighty physical strength, everything would be possible.

And if enough of us carry that softness forward—bit by bit, tao sa tao, araw-araw—then perhaps the world becomes kinder not through revolutions, but through ripples.

Remember, it's the small things in this world that makes the whole complete. These small things are usually unknown or unnoticed by the giver of kindness but it means a lot to the receiver. The gratefulness from the receiver might not be even spoken out, but it has left a wonderful impression, both in the mind and heart.

Unseen but felt.

Small but powerful.

Ordinary yet sacred.

So when you have the chance—help.

When your heart nudges—follow.

When kindness calls—answer gently.

You may think it was nothing.

But to someone else, it might have been everything.

_MAC

The two kinds of sinners

I write not to preach, nor to bind thought to doctrine,

but to examine—as one examines a distant star—

an idea passed through minds and mouths across time.

Once told in the twilight of the 1980s,

now resurfacing like a tide returning to familiar shore:

that there are two kinds of sinners.

Not a classification for judgment,

but perhaps, for understanding.

The Sin of Condition

The first is the sinner who wakes already in error—

for sin is not merely something they do,

but something they inhabit.

A condition, not an event.

A state of being that lingers even in stillness.

It is like a stain absorbed into fabric:

present even when untouched,

persistent even when unnoticed.

Philosophically, this resembles habitual transgression—

actions ingrained into identity,

where continuity, not intention, defines the fault.

Examples, within a Christian ethical framework, are plain:

- Cohabitation without covenant,

- Livelihood rooted in illegality,

- Patterns of behavior defended rather than confronted.

These acts form not isolated faults,

but moral architecture—

a scaffolding of choices built repeatedly

until it becomes the house in which a soul resides.

Only renunciation—detachment—

can collapse such structure.

The Sin of Incident

The second type stands in contrast:

a sinner not by occupation,

but by occurrence.

As homicide differs from murder,

so intention separates accidental wrong

from deliberate corruption.

Here, sin is a moment—a rupture,

a fracture in one’s otherwise sincere striving.

A decision made in error,

a word spoken in haste,

a failure birthed not of appetite,

but of weakness.

Its weight remains,

for even unintended harm leaves a trace.

Yet this category reminds us

that fallibility is not synonymous with depravity.

Humans slip—not always because they desire the fall,

but because balance is a fragile thing.

And in quiet honesty,

I find myself here more often than I would like.

Not wicked—only imperfect.

Not spoiled—only human.

The Shared Destiny of Both

Two paths of wrongdoing,

yet both converge upon the same existential question:

Can one change?

The academic mind calls it transformation.

The philosopher calls it moral becoming.

The poet calls it redemption.

All three whisper the same truth:

that no one is permanently exiled from goodness.

Humans err—systematically or suddenly—

yet we are creatures capable of revision.

Our story is not fixed,

only written one line at a time.

We sin.

We recognize.

We return.

We rise.

And perhaps that is the lesson hidden within this old telling:

that categories matter less than what follows after.

For the value of a soul lies not in the fall itself,

but in the decision to stand again.

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Othello

A feel-good talk

It does give nourishment to the whole being when you interact to someone whom you have that same level of thinking and emotions. The conversation or talking seems unstoppable, that time flies, the bond or moment both of you got immersed into seems not to end.

i'm sure you had this feeling also one way or another when you are with someone. Might have experience it while talking to your loved ones, a close friend, a long lost relative or even a perfect stranger.

The train of thoughts coming, the ideas exchanged; one must learn how to listen, and spontaneously, the other party is moved to get his delivery of thoughts be more expressive.

Being keen to details while you are listening to the other party makes the conversation move to a higher level of connection between you and the person.

Look into the eyes and meet it with utmost interest makes the other party gets more excited to tell the story.

Learn when to interrupt, give cues when to cut... always, always try to resist cutting or interrupting while the person is elaborately explaining his side. Cues such as a statement that needs confirmation would be best to cut and convey your thoughts to the subject at hand.

Some of the above reminders could enable the mode of conversation to be treasured by both of you. It has always been my thinking, that after a good talk with a friend, or a stranger, i look back to those moments and would say, i wish i had it recorded...

Had that kind of experience also?

Another Win for Manny Pacquiao

It just dawned on me that it's not luck, on the current standing of Pacman, whereas, winning is such an ordinary occasion for him.

Taking a closer look at his personality, i am not to judge but surely, there's something in his qualities worth looking and adoring for.

Reigniting the passion that is dying...

Anything that is sourly done reflects a sourly outcome. Ever notice a canvass of painting that conveys a message of deep somber emotions? Directly ask the painter how did he manage to create such a picturesque of woven image of thought... he'd definitely say, i was in a state of loneliness, or in the mood to express thyself for pain or sorrow.

Everyday in life's passing, each of us has a time to get such feelings, feelings of anxiety, of getting irritated, of being guiltily unsatisfied as our conscience screams: "i dont want to do this anymore!"...

Whenever i feel such longings and turmoils which are inevitable in this day to day living, i do follow these simple steps:

1. Make at peace with thyself consciously on the situation currently at hand.
I acknowledge the fact mentally that yes, i'm tired of this BS. Say, doing a workload of inventory which are impossible to finish at a given time frame by the boss. Calm thy senses, do not race through thoughts of negativity.

2. Relax, stop what you're doing and drink a glass of water.
While gulping down that full glass of H2O, bring back in mind the motivation that triggered you to accept the job without reservation.
However small that motivation is before, it is certainly primal and significant. Whatever that purpose wayback, relive and ignite that fire once again.

3. Go back to the work left undone and speak to your mind and heart, that there is an inner purpose.
Not the purpose merely because it was commanded by the boss to have it done, but inject the bigger picture which was clearly defined and remembered while you were gulping that glass of water.


It's true that human emotions at times can be dragged to it's limits of endurance, to the point that you want to give up and shout.

But re-fuelling the passion which has once started it, makes things achievable, and i'm sure passion has the tinge of love. Once it has started and lit up, it's going to create flames. And then the fire with burning desire to accomplish things seemed to be difficult and tiring, would absolutely just as easy as the wind blows...

Unwavering solitude

Human nature is such that rubbing elbows with one another may cause some friction and even tension among friends. Friends closest to the heart are in no exception, even those whom you love most, sometimes suffer, get hurt due to carelessness of words, of actions, and of being insensitive to the feeling of others.

Dealings with public