Froot Loops
Good morning! It is the 8th of June and the end of my school year is fast approaching which means final projects and exams! Yay. In all seriousness, I am fairly stressed right now but I decided to get this day started off right and write a blog post.
Cereal is one of the best things in the world.
You just woke up and have to eat quickly before running for your bus? Eat cereal.
It's 4pm and you're hungry but not starving? Eat cereal.
You're up at 2 am with nothing to do but watch random youtube videos of OPM rock bands and London-based jazz musicians? Eat cereal.
You literally just had a bowl of cereal like half an hour ago and that sudden craving for more comes back? EAT SOME MORE CEREAL.
Yeah, it's definitely not healthy but it's reassuring to know that no matter what life throws at me, whether I dodge it or just completely get blindsided by it - I will still have cereal. The routine of getting the bowl from the cupboard, dumping the classic Krave (cereal first always), and pouring the milk while at the same time listening to Hey Barbara by IV Of Spades is enough to add just a little colour in a monotonous day.
It'll be like 11 pm on a Thursday night and my sister will see me with a bowl of cereal and say, "Seriously Kuya?" Nowadays though, this is a typical conversation starter that helps me talk to them about my day and my feelings. For the last 3 years, they've been serious advocates in helping me get a girlfriend but honestly, it's fine; my lack of one just gives them another reason to tease me which honestly isn't as bad as it sounds. My sisters know my love for cereal the best because they've seen me numerous times sitting on the couch, eating cereal while watching How I Met Your Mother; they've slowly picked up the fact that when I eat cereal, I am either incredibly happy or visibly sad. There's no in between. And this is why they sit with me, watch the episode I'm watching, and keep me company even if no words are exchanged.
I really don't know where I am going with this but maybe, just maybe, cereal is more than cereal. (That sounded way cooler and more profound in my head) Maybe it's something that helps you forget about the stress, the anxiety, and the 3 final projects that you have to get done by Tuesday. It could possibly be something that fills your empty stomach when you haven't eaten since 6 am in the morning before leaving for choir. What if it's just something that helps you talk with your sisters? When most of the time, it is difficult to without getting a "why do you look so sad?" or "where's your girlfriend?", in return.
In all honesty, maybe the simple things like a bowl of cereal or a cup of coffee give life some sense of meaning and consistency. When all the big events and occasions come and go, how does it feel? The experience is fun but the aftermath brings about a bittersweet feeling. This is definitely a topic that I want to discuss in future posts. But if I am going to impart something with you today it is this - maybe the little things aren't so little after all.
Life isn't a series of massive parties, huge get-togethers and consistent spiritual-highs. It isn't all up-hill. More often that not, there will be rock-bottoms and just when you think what could be worse, you'll end up in a deeper hole than you were in before. But this doesn't have to be a bad thing because when we reach the lowest of the lows, we have no choice but to look up.
And what we see are hands, outstretched with compassion from our parents, our sisters or brothers, our friends - urging us to take it because we are not alone.
Plus when you've reached rockbottom - you have plenty of time to get yourself some cereal.
AMDG
Cereal is one of the best things in the world.You just woke up and have to eat quickly before running for your bus? Eat cereal.
It's 4pm and you're hungry but not starving? Eat cereal.
You're up at 2 am with nothing to do but watch random youtube videos of OPM rock bands and London-based jazz musicians? Eat cereal.
You literally just had a bowl of cereal like half an hour ago and that sudden craving for more comes back? EAT SOME MORE CEREAL.
Yeah, it's definitely not healthy but it's reassuring to know that no matter what life throws at me, whether I dodge it or just completely get blindsided by it - I will still have cereal. The routine of getting the bowl from the cupboard, dumping the classic Krave (cereal first always), and pouring the milk while at the same time listening to Hey Barbara by IV Of Spades is enough to add just a little colour in a monotonous day.
It'll be like 11 pm on a Thursday night and my sister will see me with a bowl of cereal and say, "Seriously Kuya?" Nowadays though, this is a typical conversation starter that helps me talk to them about my day and my feelings. For the last 3 years, they've been serious advocates in helping me get a girlfriend but honestly, it's fine; my lack of one just gives them another reason to tease me which honestly isn't as bad as it sounds. My sisters know my love for cereal the best because they've seen me numerous times sitting on the couch, eating cereal while watching How I Met Your Mother; they've slowly picked up the fact that when I eat cereal, I am either incredibly happy or visibly sad. There's no in between. And this is why they sit with me, watch the episode I'm watching, and keep me company even if no words are exchanged.
I really don't know where I am going with this but maybe, just maybe, cereal is more than cereal. (That sounded way cooler and more profound in my head) Maybe it's something that helps you forget about the stress, the anxiety, and the 3 final projects that you have to get done by Tuesday. It could possibly be something that fills your empty stomach when you haven't eaten since 6 am in the morning before leaving for choir. What if it's just something that helps you talk with your sisters? When most of the time, it is difficult to without getting a "why do you look so sad?" or "where's your girlfriend?", in return.
In all honesty, maybe the simple things like a bowl of cereal or a cup of coffee give life some sense of meaning and consistency. When all the big events and occasions come and go, how does it feel? The experience is fun but the aftermath brings about a bittersweet feeling. This is definitely a topic that I want to discuss in future posts. But if I am going to impart something with you today it is this - maybe the little things aren't so little after all.
Life isn't a series of massive parties, huge get-togethers and consistent spiritual-highs. It isn't all up-hill. More often that not, there will be rock-bottoms and just when you think what could be worse, you'll end up in a deeper hole than you were in before. But this doesn't have to be a bad thing because when we reach the lowest of the lows, we have no choice but to look up.
And what we see are hands, outstretched with compassion from our parents, our sisters or brothers, our friends - urging us to take it because we are not alone.
Plus when you've reached rockbottom - you have plenty of time to get yourself some cereal.
AMDG
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