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Who is rich? Only the man who rejoices in his portion, that is, the contented man. - ancient Rabbi saying


It's been almost 6 months since my last post dear reader. Time flies and passions wane. And this was the case for I am still trying to overcome my financial woes and spiritual trials. In the process, my writing has suffered and my focus has faltered, as if I have acquired ADD in middle age haha. But life goes on despite the fact that I'm still broke and in debt at 33. My goal was to be a millionaire at this age or at least debt-free, which is not the case at the moment.


Hope springs eternal it's true and as long as I'm alive I could still change my destiny and move forward. Thanks to Og Mandino's Treasury of Success Unlimited book that I picked up from a bargain bookstore for a dollar, I'm blogging again. The past few months have been the harshest and most trying times of my life. Just when I thought I've been through it all, problems keep piling up and my life has never been so challenging than this year has been. This weighed me down so much that I've lost interest in things that are most important to me like blogging or investing on educating myself. Good thing I've given up on quitting a long time ago and have committed myself in facing my trials using my secret weapon. That secret is invoking the power of prayer. When things seem overwhelming and impossible, I just surrender all my worries, my doubts, my fears to the Lord, to the Blessed Mother, my heavenly friends, the poor souls in purgatory and my dear angels and Archangels. For no one else can and will help me, not my parents nor my friends. I don't want to be a burden to anyone else for they have their own demons. And I have to figure this all out by myself so that I can help others who are suffering like me. 


I have no trouble sleeping at night anymore after I have learned to surrender everything to God. Things happen for a reason and suffering is the greatest spiritual exercise. Not only is it beneficial to the sufferer, it is a holy and wholesome thought to pray for the dead and offer our sufferings to them that they may be pardoned of their sins. It's true, we can use our pains and even our joys for the salvation of souls and for the poor souls in purgatory. St. Augustine says, prayer is the key by which we open the gates of heaven to the suffering souls. One can learn much from the booklet Read Me or Rue It  by  Fr. Paul O'Sullivan about Purgatory and the poor suffering souls. And I do believe that whatever I'm facing right now are the consequences of my wrong decisions and actions. It is my responsibility to live up to them and learn from my mistakes. For no one else can profit from my mistakes but me and the wise person who would not make the same mistake I did.


So far I have learned to love myself and be grateful for what I have and where I am right now. That's the only way I could have happiness and peace of mind. Indeed, happiness is a state of mind and money problems are mind problems. Only dead people have no problems. I definitely don't wanna die useless and hopeless. I can still do so much for so many people, living or dead. And I don't want to face my Creator one day and show up with empty hands. That would be horrible, unthinkable and unforgivable. Life is not a dead end, an unfortunate accident or a curse. It is in fact a blessing, a gift, an opportunity to help others and share such a wonderful miracle. Having been reminded of this by a $1 decaying book is so humbling and invigorating that I just had to write again and share this with you my friend. I do hope my message comes across. Till next time.



To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common -- this is my symphony. - William Henry Channing