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!

What Does it Mean to Be a Good Writer? #AuthorToolboxBlogHop

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Have you ever doubted yourself whether you are a good enough writer? Have you ever thought to yourself that your work is bad?

What does it mean to be a good writer anyway?

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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

The Paradox of the Free Time

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With the self-quarantine in place and a lot of us having to stay at home, you’d think that you’d have a lot of free time to be more productive, right?

Unfortunately, that isn’t the case for me.

Sure, I had more time on my hands, but I ended up using those time to sleep in, watch movies or TVseries… basically not a lot of the “productive output” I was expecting.

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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

My Life is a Mess Right Now

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Have you ever looked at the direction your life is in, and see what a big pile of stinking feces it is going? If not, I must applaud your life. Mine seems to be in a bit of a rut.

However, if yours seem to be in a terrible place at the moment, as well… Remember that what you are experiencing now, is just that – it is for now.

The mess that  you are in will only be up to a certain point. The troubles and hardships will pass.

How can you live life if everything seems to be so difficult? By doing the same thing that athletes, musicians, artists, or anyone with a high enough skill level manage to do anything that seems to difficult – by doing it everyday. Sooner or later, it will become easier, but only if you do it everyday.

Living is hard, yes? Then do it everyday. It will get easier.

I hope you have a nice day.

Thank you for reading.

What is Wrong With Me?

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It can be hard being optimistic, when things are not going your way.

You can be in deep shit and yet, know in yourself that there is an end to this, that there is some good in this, that you will get through it…

And yet, you question yourself, and sometimes – your pessimistic self crawls out to speak.

“How can you be so sure?”

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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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When You Can’t Seem to Write

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Hello everyone. How are  you all doing this fine day?

I hope you are doing well.

In the past few days I haven’t really been up to writing anything. I tried reviewing the outline and draft that I am crafting for my new novel, but I could not seem to get any ideas flowing. It’s one thing when  you are stuck with writing your first draft, but it is another thing when you can’t even get a decent outline out.

Outline. Yes, you read that right. I am actually working on an outline for my novel.

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