Remembering Linkin Park and Chester Bennington

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It’s been three years, yet I am still feeling the devastation. To hear the news about the death of someone you look up to can hurt, but what is even more gut-wrenching is knowing that they lost to depression.

I started listening to Linkin Park in my teens in the year 2000. Their high-energy rock music mixed with hip-hop appealed to my teenage soul. In the age of NuMetal, their style rose up from the rest.

Over the years, their style evolved and changed. From what started as a scream fest and rhythmic beats, they also incorporated other types of music, including slow and acoustic songs. I initially did not like their slow songs. I have always thought of them as this fast, high energy band. Slow songs are for the weak, I thought.

After a few years, however, my view and perspective changed. Their change in style was not weakness. It was growth.

Even I grew to appreciate the different tones in their music. It all depends on the circumstance.

Feeling angry? I’d play a high energy song filled with Chester’s screaming voice that seemed to soothe my being.

Feeling down? Mike Shinoda’s rhythmic voice is a good pick-me-up.

Feeling sad? Well, this was new. I would normally pick an upbeat song to get myself out of this slump and forget about this emotion. However, sometimes it takes accepting the sadness before you can move forward. They got slow, haunting music for this, too.

Their music is like this friend that is there with you through thick and thin.

That is why it hit me hard when I heard depression took the life of Chester Bennington away.

Depression is an unseen enemy that is difficult to fight.

It is hard to judge a person who had lost to depression. There are a lot of things going on inside their heads, that is far and different from the facade that is seen when they face the world. The happiest man can also be the saddest man behind closed doors.

I have to admit, I barely know the guy. I mostly know them for their songs. I’m a fan. That’s all. Yet I am hurt by the turn of events. I can only imagine how much more hurt his friends and families must feel. I felt I lost a friend.

My life is far from perfect. It’s a struggle and sometimes it can be difficult to keep moving forward. When everything seems to be crashing and falling and going through life is difficult… I have to constantly remind myself that there has to be a bright side, that there has to be more to life than this.

When I think and remember that my heroes are dead, and the world I am living in is a pile of trash and that there is nothing to look forward to but the embrace of death and darkness… I stop and think. Those who have gone before us will only keep living through the memory of those who remain. I live so that those who have gone before me will keep on living in my memory. Hence, we must keep on living and keep on struggling, for that is the nature of man – to shine like a candle in the darkness and once our light is extinguished, inspire others to also shine.

If you ever feel that things are too overwhelming, and that you have no one to talk to. There are people who are certainly willing to listen to you, and at least ease you through the hardship of life.

Pardon my ramblings. Forgive my words. I’m feeling a bit emotional today.

But hey, I’m alive. I’ll keep on living, and hopefully I’ll make Chester proud, eh?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will listen to some Linkin Park music.

 

Have a nice day!

Those Boring Days

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Remember when time stood still,
Nothing going on, you feel
That the days brought you no thrill,
All you got is time to kill.

Without a care of the world around you,
Enjoy the warmth of a fresh cup you brew,
Those simple, ordinary days, who knew,
Would change because of a worldwide flu.

An enemy hidden from the naked eye,
One wrong move, all may go awry,
Yet all’s not lost, the end we defy,
Though the solution in short supply.

Heroes rise in time of turmoil,
Sacrifice to win, they toil.
Fallen to this deadly coil,
Rest beneath the cold, hard soil.

All of us must do our part,
Stop the foe with all our heart.
The little things can be a start,
Stay at home, the spread we thwart.

When the rains stopped; the clouds clear.
We’ll look back upon this year,
On times of peace we hold so dear,
Before the world has changed here.

-Jomz Ojeda

When The World Ground to A Halt

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Streets empty,
People so few.
Shops closed early,
All’s quiet, barely.

Stay indoors,
It’s what they say.
Help fight the fight,
In’s the right way.

Supplies are low,
Store shelves empty.
We’re in the shadow
Of something deadly.

Apocalypse,
End of the world?
Nope, just blips,
That man’s been hurled.

We will endure,
We will survive,
You can do it,
Cheer up, and strive.

 

-Jomz OJeda

Life is a Grind

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It is an endless grind to achieve a goal. It can be tiring, tedious, repetitive… However, it is what it is.

Accept that to reach a goal, we’d have to work to get there.

Lately, I have been feeling burnt out.

I am feeling the inevitability of the grind without the end goal in sight. I am not feeling that I am advancing, rather, I feel that I am falling even farther from my goal, and that is what is making me feel burnt out.

I want to take a break, but I can’t. I have to keep going. I have to keep fighting.

Fight, and you live. Give up, and you die.

Fight on, and keep on moving forward.

It may take a lot of time. It may seem that there is no progress. It may seem that we may be in an endless cycle that is going nowhere… But if we are taking small steps, even if it is by a few centimeters… what matters is that we are somehow closer to the goal.

Life is a grind. Embrace it.

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The Traveller

Jeremy cursed as he tripped and almost fell on the pavement.

He looked back, and gave the offending tile a sharp glare. He then gritted his teeth and hurried away.

There’s no use having a staring contest against rocks and things.

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The day was bright and sunny, yet the sun was not as blaring hot.

Jeremy fished his phone from his pockets and checked the time. It was half past eight. He’s terribly late.

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What Does Not Kill You

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Hello everyone. How are you all doing? It’s good to see you (though I really can’t because this is just a blog post, hahaha…)

Do you know how to handle yourself in unknown situations?

It can be hard being tossed in the middle of something that you haven’t been prepared for.

Once, after a long eight-hour drive on the way home, I realized that my car’s tire was punctured and I was almost running flat. Fortunately, I was near my parent’s neighborhood, so I shot my father a message.

“Flat tire. Need help. I am in the highway outside.”

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What Do you Do When All Hope is Lost? — Cristian Mihai

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me […]

via What Do you Do When All Hope is Lost? — Cristian Mihai

Doubts

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I found that one of a writer’s worst enemies is himself.

It can be very paralyzing when working to make a manuscript, or typing out a story, or even attempting to craft a post when your mind is plagued with doubts.

“Is it good enough? Will it be appreciated? Will it be received well?”

I, myself, do not have the answers to most of these questions.

It can even be easier to just not try at all and do something else, like playing games or sleeping all day, and just push writing off to the side.

Yet, fears and doubts are there for us to overcome.

We have to keep trying. We have to keep pushing.

So what if it’s not good enough? Try again. Make it better.

So what if it is not appreciated? Perhaps you have not met the right audience for your work. Keep pushing.

So what if it was not received well. At least it was read. At least it was done.

You overcame your fear and doubt. You are somehow stronger.

I have found that being a writer is an endless struggle, not only against the world, but also against oneself. Keep fighting.

 

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