A Million Little Pieces … When someone is broken beyond repair, it's one of the first things that surfaces into my consciousness. Pulverizing one's seA Million Little Pieces … When someone is broken beyond repair, it's one of the first things that surfaces into my consciousness. Pulverizing one's self into molecular form. This book gives me a mental image of what I stated. A Million Little Pieces … Bit by bit to the point that you are not longer existing. Perhaps that's the goal. Self-destruction. To be non-existent. To die. To be no more. Good-bye.
Nowadays, that being broken is being turned to literature. As to what a guy said to the another broken guy, “The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.” You can even make it as something you call sell. As for James's case, it's more of catharsis. I know a bit of Psychology. It's called the Cathartic Method or the talking cure. It's developed by Joseph Breuer. It was even used by Sigmund Freud. And now, a lot of psychotherapists and counselors are using that technique. It's just simple. Let the patient pour it out. Everything. The worst of their sufferings. Their extremely fucked-up moments in life. Your deepest guilt and regrets. Your anxiety. Talk about it. Spit it out. Sometimes you want do die just to forget. These are the moments you don't usually talk about. These stories rot you from the inside. A poison in which you created for yourself. It's killing yourself … softly …
James did that thing. Intoxicating himself makes it a lot more easier for him to cope with his life. A life destroyed by crack, coke, acid, alcohol, pot and more. Addiction. For him, life is terribly fucked up and addiction is the only way to deal with. He's an alcoholic. A drug addict. A criminal. Each day was mixture of being drunk and being dope. Puking and pissing and shitting blood. Committing crimes. That's his everyday life. Everyday destruction. It's what waking up another day meant to him. To get fucked up. Annihilating himself with every choice he makes.
He finally had the accident that made him land on that treatment center. His very kind parents decided to put him there. His parents love him so much. An alcoholic. A drug addict. A criminal. Their son. In the center, James was told that if he continues the shit that he's been doing, he's gonna die. Gonna be no more. He made his choice. The withdrawal effects are very disturbingly graphic. It's a day to forever fight against addiction. It's a fight that lasts forever.
In the treatment center, it's where a story of friendship and love grows. He meets many fucked up people. It's a very unfolding journey inside the center. To live or to die. It has always be a choice ever since. Addiction was a choice. To get fucked up is a choice. To heal oneself is a choice, To become a better person is a choice. The power choices can be destructive and curative.
Love heals what The World, and Time can't.
This book just grabbed my heart.
Frey's writing style in A Million Little Pieces really fucked away all the scandals this book has gone through. I even wished I made this review before I knew about issue. The way he crafts the sentences the repetition of words the description the way he plays with he prose fuck all the criticism it doesn't matter. It doesn't really matter. Whatever they say. Doesn't really matter. A stream of consciousness writing style that makes other books look like pussies. He lied. He motherfucking lied about the things in this book. He said that it was the truth and that is all that matters. What a hypocrite. Again. It doesn't matter. He's human just like us. Human beings are basically good. What he had written in this book changed my life. That's the truth. And it's all that matters for me. A Million Little Pieces To be broken beyond repair . . . It creates art like no other . . . It's more than expressing oneself.. It's about touching lives. Thank you, James.
The book is about a person who's born without sight, but is gifted with a special vision. A vision a perspective in life that's more superior than a nThe book is about a person who's born without sight, but is gifted with a special vision. A vision ─a perspective in life that's more superior than a normal person with sight has.
Though deprived of sight ─was it deprived or was it stolen? It no longer matters. He's born with an I.Q of a genius, born with talents, and unreasonable guts ─imagine a blind person doing something like a skydiving session. Wrestling with other human beings with sight and beating them ─does that exceed the word exceptional? Not to mention, he's a singer, a musician ─he compose musical pieces and plays any musical instrument. He's also a Psych Major. He even became a wrestling coach. And this sounds crazy enough, he even does Counseling. He does so many things that you might surely forget that he's blind. He's got the brains and the guts that compensates for his lost of sight. And obviously, he went through a lot of things more than a normal person does.
The way he sees life without having the sense of sight is something that's truly unbelievable. Sightless, he is. But he found his true love. Found the meaning of his life and found his life itself. I will even say yes if you'll ask me that he sees more in life than I do. We, people with sight, tend to judge immediately. Not like blind people wherein they all use their remaining senses to know the person more. Just like in life. They delve deeper to the experience. They'll know life more.
He have met many significant people on his life w/c made a crucial role in his life. And he's lucky enough to have really really cool parents.
There were times ─lots of it when he cursed himself for being blind ─cursed the WORLD ─cursed GOD. But in the end, he still managed to find the brighter side of it.
Thanks to him. I realized so many things. It's even scary to think about what I could have missed if I haven't read this book. The power of faith. The power of having gone through suffering. The power of learning the hard way. For it is only when one is stripped off of something he thought he can't live without that he will realize and discover the greatest of his potentials. ...more
Mr. Frederick 'Fritz' Perls. This book Gestalt Therapy Verbatim showed some Hardcore Gestalt Sessions. The way Fritz does his Skill Frustration is reaMr. Frederick 'Fritz' Perls. This book Gestalt Therapy Verbatim showed some Hardcore Gestalt Sessions. The way Fritz does his Skill Frustration is really amazing. For him, the only way to grow up is through frustration. But take note of the word Skillful. Just like a toothpaste, what comes out of you when you're squeezed is who you are. When one is inflicted with frustration, he is pushed the edge in where he thought is hell. Push to the place where he thought he can't survive. And he is forced to use his capabilities and potentials. Be who he really is.
The impasse –a place where most of the people go round and round their self-created labyrinth wall and find themselves stuck. People want to go pass the impasse without even passing though it. Such irony exists. They rather manipulate the enviroment –the world around them rather than suffering the pains of going through the impasse and growing up.
Playing stupid games such as blaming games etc. just to look like a helpless victim instead of being a person who's responsible for his life. As you can always hear from the ocean of people “I don't wanna grow up” or “It hurts so much to grow up”. Sounds familiar right? Of course, I also said that many times before. We all go through that stage. Most of us just want have themselves stranded in that stage. They want to stay. Afraid to let go of the sameness. Afraid to face the future. Most people try to fill the void and end with the feeling of emptiness.
Just for the record, a human being is the only creature in the world that interferes with his own growth. First, let us define growth: It's the transcendence from environmental-support to self-support. We people better understand right now that when we were born, we are already doomed enough to stand on our own two feet. But what we don't know is that, how beautiful it is to stand on our own. The pride of standing on your own two feet. A major problem in this world is that people are so afraid to responsible for their own lives. They blame the government, their friends, their neighbours, their enemies, their parents –the world and God for what's happening to their lives instead of owning the responsibility for their sunken ship. And this blaming never ends.
In the impasse, the awareness of how you're stuck is therapeutic –it will the the cure to your neuroses... You delve in to that's making you feel stuck. You go through thick layers of the morass of your neurosis. Quoting from Fritz Perls: Awareness per se –by and itself is curative. It's only in genuine awareness that we learn to grow and be responsible. Once this awareness surfaces. The awakening happens. The Satori … The moment he realizes that everything was just a nightmare he created and a mere fantasy –a set catastrophic expectations that causes tremendous anxiety(In Gestalt Therapy, Anxiety, it is defined as the gap between the now and the then). The void he thought to be empty and dark starts to become a fertile void. Now, a desert starts to bloom. Then it starts to become a way of life. Contact. Awareness. Responsibility. Growth. Living the most of our potentials. Living as a whole and not as a fragmented person. But question is … Are you willing to do what it takes?
If you were a bird, the moment you let go of your nest, would be the moment that the world becomes your home.
I do counseling and psychotherapy which have that much of Perlsian-Orientation. The amazing power of Skillful Frustration separates this kind of therapy from other quacks. Just kidding. Probably, I'm not. This just not a therapy .. This is a way of life. I'm greatly inspired by the Philosophy of Gestalt Therapy.
This reminds me of a quote from my favorite anime character. "Embrace Nothing. If you meed Buddha on the road, kill him. If you meet the Father on the road, kill him. Only live life as it is, not bounded by anything. Never be a captive to anyone. Just live yourself the way you are." Since I was in High School, that was the code that I live by.
To be a real person in this deceptive world filled with introjections is not easy. To cut all of the ropes keeping you from being a person, you first have to die –not literally. But still, are you gonna be willing to die?
"Some people are made to find ways in unfolding the personhood in others and hopefully help them grow even to the extent that they themselves forget their own quests in life. These are the few people who always try their in making others realize how wonderful it is to own a life."
Because of this, I am who I am right now. I learned. I owe this to them. I'll be forever in debt.
They are know as the as the 'Facilitators' Circle.And this is what they do: Help Human Beings turn into Real People.
"I believe in a God but not in Master plan. Whatever happens in our lives is a reaction of what We do and Not do everyday. It's called the Law of Karma and it affects us all." -01c18...more
I got really bored in the later part of the book. But nonetheless this book still managed to touch me deeply. A dying man realizing the value of livinI got really bored in the later part of the book. But nonetheless this book still managed to touch me deeply. A dying man realizing the value of living and the value of him still living after he dies. The power of hitting three birds with one stone. His wits has been energized by his cancer.
The knowledge of knowing the life he still has paradoxically made him live more. For example: If you are asked if you only have less than 24 hours to live, what will you do? The thought of death makes us live in the here and now and later –makes us pretty much aware of our lives. You can get your strength from that thought of death. If life were a sentence, it would have been very deeply wrong if it has no period in the end. Death gives meaning to our existence. One is already dying the moment one is born. Meaning, the moment you were born, then you're already old enough to die.
We can die anytime –can be because of an unlucky accident, disease, getting murdered, or suicide. We just don't know it as of this very moment. We live and we live. That's the only thing imminent. We don't have forever to live –we don't have time to waste. We die because we are alive. But that not the case that matters. We are living because we are gonna die someday.
Seize the Day. Carpe Diem. Live the moment for these moments are never ever coming back. Time flies with out wings.
How you live your life starting today is what matters most.
Do you have to live twice?
One lifetime is enough ... if you just live it. ...more
As you can see in the title, it seems to be so taboo-ish that you will not seem to wonder it had been banned and will come to the point that no one wiAs you can see in the title, it seems to be so taboo-ish that you will not seem to wonder it had been banned and will come to the point that no one will have the courage to publish it. Luckily, there were people who got the balls. Thanks to them, I was given this wonderful chance to read it.
World of Sex. Long ago when I was a still a participant in our organization, there was this Fat and Scary Alumni Facilitator who gave us a lecture about Psychoanalysis. He asked “Why are there Human Beings? One of my co-participants immediately answered “We evolved from apes.” Then another one answered “It was written in the bible that God created us.” To my surprise, there was someone who answered “It was because of malakas and maganda.” He meant that the first humans came from a split of a bamboo tree –The Anak sa Liking Kawayan Theory. After hearing their answers, I said woooh, just inside my head. Throughout hearing the answers, the Fat and Scary Alumni Facilitator was laughing sarcastically. “You know what guys,” He responded. “You're wrong.” He said “I wasn't asking where we came from. I was asking you why are we here.” We were all silent trying to get his point. Then he stopped talking for a brief moment and asked “You wanna know why guys?” Obviously. He smiled then –it was pretty obvious that he was preparing a big laugh. He said with a funny voice of conviction “It's because of SEX. We have a lot of people here in this world because a lot of people FUCK. That's why we are still here. Human Beings." Huge laughs blew the roof away out of the room. Not to mention we are having the session in a Holy place. It was a Religious Renewal Center. Imagine we having this kind of talk here.
Psychoanalysis is the school of thought in Psychology that primarily deals with the Unconscious –the unconscious drive w/c are pleasure oriented and sexual in nature.
Because of my Psychoanalytic background. I had a fun and easy time understanding this book. We people have this repressed energy in us. Energy is life. Doesn't matter whether it's positive or negative. And a suppressed or repressed energy can mean less life –lesser being. The book says the same thing. The only difference is, it also talks about love. Love and Sex. Two of the most interesting matters here in this world. It will usually take a huge amount of time ─life to understand this. Sex can strengthen love, but love is just not all about sex (But for some, it is). It can even destroy love. Sex does more than the procreational process. It also gives off hot pleasure that can make you go crazy about it if you're using only your dick when you are doing some fucking. But when you fuck with your heart, body, and soul and being, if that happens, you'll discover the deeper meaning of sex.
I'll make sure the girl I love won't feel fucked –but loved. I learned that valuable lesson from one of my favorite books, A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.
Sex is a gift in which everyone have to receive. Not really. Birth is. Sex does not only give birth to babies –it also gives AIDS. What I am trying to say is –not figuratively, is Birth. Our ability to give birth to moments, friendships, dreams, life, inspiration, and more. Perhaps, sex was nothing but a symbolism that we misunderstood.
We have our desires. To destroy or to procreate or to whatever. One can't be free from desires –it takes desire in the first place to do so. A desire suppressed or repressed can mean a lot of trouble. You can delve inside you desires and understand it. You can control these desires –be a master of it. Not the other way around.
And as the cliché says “It always starts with a choice.” ...more
This is the third book I've read from Mitch Albom. As expected, it simply touched me through its pages. Though I already watched the film before I'veThis is the third book I've read from Mitch Albom. As expected, it simply touched me through its pages. Though I already watched the film before I've read the book, as usual, the book is better.
Morrie Schwartz, his Philosophy in life, the greatest of his wisdom was etched on this book. I just noticed this. Once one is near death, his wisdom grows. We are nearing death each day.
Life, death, silence, and more. His way of thinking –inspired by death was so lively. If I were given a chance to see and talk with the guy, I might have mistaken him for being Aristotle.
But what inspired me most in this books was the power of connections. Just like what Morrie and Mitch had. Especially Morrie's connection to the world. Without that, this book wouldn't exist.
The dialogue of the wave and the ocean really hit me big time.
Everything is connected with one another. The problem is, we ourselves disrupt the connection –we refused to get connected. But why?
Connection and Disconnection. Both are natural processes. Ironic as it may sound, they are not opposites. They are co-existing. You can't be disconnected if you were not connected. And you wouldn't know that you're connected unless you experience disconnection.
In life, you'll meet people. Some will offer flowers. Some will throw stones. Some will not even bother to fucking care. It's normal to meet these kind of people around. But what makes life better than normal? Is it success? Possessions? I guess not.
What's extraordinary is when you meet someone or a few people who'll inspire you, change you, touch your life, to love you more than you love yourself.
What makes life special is the connection to the people, to nature, and to the world. And most of all, our connection to our own selves.
And as well as getting disconnected in the end –that's life....more
Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. This. Fucking. Book. Is. Shit. I am having a hard time finding the fitting words to say about this. To write a something likDiary by Chuck Palahniuk. This. Fucking. Book. Is. Shit. I am having a hard time finding the fitting words to say about this. To write a something like "This is Fucking Great!" or "This book is GOOD!" or even "This book is perfect!" to do so is going to be a crime. Even giving five stars wouldn't be enough. I would even say that this is even better than Fight Club.
A dark gripping tale of an artist doomed because of her oozing lava of talents. Misty Kleinman Wilmot, you are cursed with that gift that you have for—eternity. As a girl, being raised by a hippie mother, Misty never experienced what world is like outside the trailer park in Tecumseh Lake. That dream of being an artist is what Misty was living for. She weny to art school. In there, she met Peter Wilmot. The biggest mistake of all the mistakes she ever made in her life. Poor Misty. Gifted. Cursed. Inspiring.
Peter Wilmot was on a mission to find that woman cursed with talent that will provide salvation to Waytansea Island. Yes, he was successful. The name "Misty Kleinman" was hyphenated with Wilmot. He soon tried to get Misty to Waytansea Island—the island populated with lunatics. The island trapped with traditions. In order to get Misty to the Island, he impregnated her. Tabbi Wilmot was the result, and Misty staying in the island. I meant trapped. Better word—wrapped.
Being promised that her dreams of being an artist would be made into reality, she lived in that island as a waitress at a hotel the Wilmots owned. A mother. A queen of fucking slaves. For some reason, Peter attempted to kill himself. He failed. Peter had become a living dead in the hospital. A vegetable waiting to rot—was slow rotting. Then, together with Grace Wilmot, Misty raised Tabii.
Suffering. Suffering. Suffering. A daily overdose of it brings her talent back from the dead. The sleeping volcano exploded. She started to paint like a schizophrenic overdosed with talents. With her eyes closed and Tabbi as her inspiration, she painted masterpieces of art that were known to be impossible. Misty had lost everything. Now, Tabbi and that dream of being an artist were the only things left for her—what was left for her to do. And oblivious to almost everything, what awaited Misty was a conspiracy that happens every four generations that would kill hundreds of people. An event that would make the island filthy rich for generations at a price of hundreds of lives. Misty Kleinman Wilmot. A queen of fucking slaves. A hostage who was destined to save the island from running out of money for the next four generations. A tool to use. The island that trapped itself with its own cycle. Once you are born, you're already doomed to fulfill your fate. You're doomed at being you. How can not being you and being you be curse at the same time? ... Life perhaps is... A cursed gift.
A fucked-up life is the main reason why we great art ever existed. How stupid would be a painting of two unicorns kissing each other compared to a painting of a sky burning like hell with angels crying and screaming from wounds inflicted by demons, winged beings falling down from the great red sky. How stupid would that be if you call Justin Beiber's songs “Art.” Ok. Ok. I'll stop making fun of her.
Suffering ... is the key in creating exceptional art. What hurts us the most awakes the artist inside of us. Brings out the genius out of our brains, out of our souls. Scars and wounds are the best source inspiration. You art shows your wounds your scars your life—it shows everything about you. Art and Suffering—they're almost synonymous.
Do you know that the best artists are not the finest and perfect human beings?
Chuck Palahniuk's Angsty Nihilistic Existential Voice was never this loud. Cynical and in some sense, optimistic. The plot build-up flares with excitement and disgust. Not to mention that this book has the best plot twists ever. Whoever the narrator was (probably it's Misty), it still continues to be a puzzle. Which is one the things I liked best about this novel. One of the best reads I ever had. To not read this would be a crime against yourself. You don't know what you're missing. And just for the record, you've already missed enough things in your life. ...more
I had a hard time finishing Haunted, if you wanna know the truth. But it's just the way I like it, the way it is. There’s really no easy way to read aI had a hard time finishing Haunted, if you wanna know the truth. But it's just the way I like it, the way it is. There’s really no easy way to read a Chuck book. Ha-ha. Some stories were a waste of time. Some were just too excellent: Guts, Exodus, Box-shit, and that scene or whatever it was when Comrade Snarky said, "I fainted....and you ate my ass?” … “You fed me my own ass?” Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
As a whole, the book has a disoriented flow. If we talk about music, it'll be like a beautiful sound of discordant notes fitting together into the music sheet played by the orchestra to your ears. But hey, this book, in its truest nature, causes both psychological and physiological disorientation. Fucking gory and gross. Especially that part wherein someone was rotting in the forest. The writing there was beyond excellent. Some stories and scenes just stand alone. Live all by itself. They can survive without the other or without being in the book. The way this book was written was really eccentric. You can get lost easily if you're not used to the way Chucky writes. This book requires a high dose of patience—if you don't have it, then don't read it. It's not reader-friendly. At some parts of the book, you'll tell yourself, "Why the fuck am I still reading this?" or "This is a waste of fucking time." ... I told myself that—lots of times. That’s a normal experience though when you’re reading a Chuck book.
Writers' Retreat, being away from the world of three months to create their own masterpiece—Disasterpieces; this made me think of the Fucking Show titled Big Brother. Inside this book exists really fucked-up characters. Disgusting, I must say. The idea was really an innovation. And as usual, the sick twisted mind of the author didn't fail to make me applause using one hand. In the first place, I didn't know I can do it. This is the new taste of horror, as Chuck said; it’s like humor and horror inside a bottle of beer. Intoxicating. Horrifying. Funny. Really funny.
The world is meant for suffering—for you to suffer. If you understand that, you might chase suffering—and suffering might run away from you. You might even need to feel you're suffering just to feel you're alive and life is worth living. Quoting from Mr. Whittier (a creature from this book) , "Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright."
On the characters’ attempt to metamorphose their sufferings into something they can sell, they craft it into stories. They distort it. Make it worse. Make it better. Make it unreal.The story behind the story behind the story. The truth behind the truth. The reality behind the reality. Perhaps, that is what's happening in this world. The world being turned into fiction. Isn't that at least scary?
The narrative style of Chuck in Haunted is really incomparable. And this book of his, hits a lot of things. Obviously, you might know what those things are.
The book is definitely Haunted. The cover of the book should be given beyond five stars. Now, let me clap with one hand. *clap ...more