Organically speaking…

Some people have begun noticing the change in my eating habits. Including me! For about a year now, my diet has been for the most part, organic and health centric. I say, it’s not really my eating habits that’s changed as much as it is my outlook in life. And that outlook just happened to involve an awareness in personal responsibility. Responsibility towards health and nature, that is. Hence, my reason for taking the organic route.

First of all, I believe organic food is healthy, not necessarily in a physical sense but more in a perspective of wellness. For me, it means a little peace of mind. The peace from knowing I cared, even if it’s just a little bit. It’s a good feeling to know that I care, respect and am thankful not only for my health, but also for nature and the folks responsible for my being able to eat clean food. That, to me is giving importance to the wellness of my own being. Now, if that’s not being healthy, I don’t know what is. Hey, let’s just say, if I could choose food that has less chances of chemical contamination, why shouldn’t I? I’m sure the regular variety won’t kill me anytime soon (it hasn’t, in the past 45 years) but if it doesn’t give me peace of mind anymore, what good is it for me?

Another thing I should note is that organic food may or may not taste better than non-organic varieties. In my experience, a lot of them do, but some don’t. However, that is the least important factor, in my opinion. I didn’t choose organic products because they taste better. If they do, it’s simply icing on the cake. Choice is a matter of principle. What we believe in and what we care about. I believe that whatever we decide to eat is a very personal choice. The way we shape our diet is from the knowledge we gain from a desire to understand, as well as our own fundamental beliefs, if we have any.

Unless we grow our own food, we’re stuck with what society feeds us. We’re force-fed with very limited choices, in stores or even in restaurants. There’s not as much control we can get when eating out as we do from when we’re cooking our own food. By the way, it is important to know how to cook, if only for this reason alone. But… that’s for another story.

Okay, let’s be honest and take the marketing labels out of the picture. Wouldn’t most of us choose organically produced food if the price was the same as the ones that aren’t? I hate that it costs so much to buy organic – it makes no sense, I know – but if that’s what it takes for me to gain peace of mind, then it is my responsibility to adjust my finances to fit my priorities in life. After all, the length of my life isn’t as significant as its quality. And quality is subjective to each person’s decisions. However, at the end of the day, practicality is still just as important as sensibility. I hate snobbery of any kind! It’s what makes sincere attempts to do good look suspect in many people’s eyes. And that’s what stereotypes a worthy lifestyle. That’s what reduces a good habit into a mere fad.

We make decisions in life according to the level of responsibility we are willing to take. Just like anyone, I have mindlessly eaten countless amounts of junk food in my life. And believe it or not, it doesn’t bother me much to this day. It’s just that now, I’m a little more aware of how much responsibility I am willing to take, whenever I do it again. I may eat healthy all week and decide to pig out at KFC one day. No guilt there. Or, if I decide to buy a more costly bag of healthy groceries at the expense of a road trip or a fun weekend somewhere, so be it. Or if I’m invited to a backyard bbq over at a friends house, I’d enjoy that big fat burger just like anyone would, with no hesitations. I call that… life. That’s right! I stand for life, not religion. When lifestyle becomes religion, life is robbed of its freedom.

Now, our decisions will always cost us something, no matter what it is. All I can say is that after a year of gaining health awareness, its effects have drastically transformed, not only my body, but my mind and spirit as well. Now, if that wasn’t worth the cost and trouble, I don’t know what is.

So I say… simply live life to the full because that’s all that matters, really. And organic or not, we still need to eat our vegetables.

There’s more than one way to skin a blog

… but it sure is tough to find the right way. Especially, when you have limited choices.

Well, that last skin didn’t work too well, did it? Thanks to my friend, Lissa, who pointed out that a dark template does not suit me. I am actaully flattered with that statement, as I usually see myself drawn to the daaahhk side (artistically speaking, that is) even when my personality does not reflect it, at all. What a paradox I am, sometimes! Sigh!

Okay, so let’s do this again. Since I’ve been trying (and trying is the keyword here) to live somewhat green for about a year now, I think it’s time to reflect some of that on my page. And it’s kinda fun that I get to switch headers too. Something I haven’t had a chance to do before. This one I have right now is a photo I took a couple of years ago at the Denver Zoo. I have so may photos that I took but hardly any fits on here. I should go out and shoot some more, eh?

And what now? Oh, that’s right! The title A Dark in the Light is now replaced by the more affirmative sounding A Brighter Touch of Haze. I just thought it’s time to move on from gloomy to hopeful. I am in no way completely detached from the ghost of the past but I am getting there, slowly but surely. I hope my friends get to know the real me from this point forward.

Actually, A Brighter Touch of Haze is an old song of mine. A song of hope with somewhat abstract lyrics. Here it is…

The server’s down temporarily, I think. If the song doesn’t play, try again in a few.

Meanwhile, on to writing a new song…

Got twenty minutes to spare?

Have you ever thought green? Or at least, making green a little more prominent in your life? In fact, as far back as I can remember up until recently, my favorite color has always been red. But the past few years has seen me have a gradual change of heart. I started to like the color green more and more. Must’ve been my big move from the urban metropolis to what seems to be middle earth. 🙂 Anyhow, I began noticing this at work for the first time. When I’m designing themes for marketing projects and stuff, I find myself having to defend my choice of color schemes to the committee.

“But we’ve used it several times in the past already… Chrissy boy!”

“I know, I know. But trust me! Green fits perfectly here. It connotates progress, freshness, newness; and it’s easy on the eyes too. Look at the logo, the background, the text. Even the guy’s face looks convincing with a green tint on his cheeks, admit it!”

Suddenly, one day, my RGB became GRB. I was obsessed. For the first time in my life, my favorite color has changed from red to green. Yep. And it’s all for a good cause as well.

Like here in the house, for instance. I have been doing my part (well, as much as I can anyway) slowly but surely. I’m not saying everyone should do this since every situation is different. But here, the light is on only where I am standing at a particular moment. To be honest, 90 percent of the time, the only light glowing in the entire house comes from the laptop screen. Weird, I know. But I have to blog, so there you go. Also, the heat is on but never cranked up (I bundle up and sip green tea instead. Or do push-ups. It’s good for you.). When I leave, I turn it off completely! My 13-gallon trashcan lasts 3 weeks. If it doesn’t, I use grocery bags until the three weeks is up. I recycle and reuse all kinds of plastic containers. When water is running, I’m always in panic mode. I can’t wait to shut it off already regardless of what I’m doing. I don’t buy “stuff” unless I think I will die the next morning without it. Seriously. I don’t crave much of anything. The Jones’s are banned from the neighborhood anyway, so I take it as a blessing that I don’t ever have urges to keep up with anybody. I even stopped eating out much also. Probably, just once every three or four months when hanging out with friends. You still have to be part of the community, y’know. But I realize I like my cooking better! Oh yeah, nothing, and I mean NOTHING perishes in my fridge. I eat every ounce of food left and never throws away anything. That means I meticulously plan my grocery shopping and cooking schedules. I told you I’m weird! And I guess I feel lucky that my job is just three minutes drive from the house. Yup, less than a mile. The grocery is half a mile away. The movie theater, three blocks away (not that I watch movies often; I dont; that’s what TV’s for). The mall and shopping center, just two miles away. Out here, if you see more than 10 cars in the street at a time, it’s rush hour traffic. All this means I fill up my tank once every three months! It’s a very simple, uncomplicated life and I try to take advantage of every situation while I’m able to. You never know if you’ll ever get thrown back into the concrete jungle of a metro city. Though, I really hope not.

This morning, I found a link that was posted by a fellow blogger. It’s a twenty minute, very entertaining informational video on how simple “stuff” and the politics behind it create global impact. Will you let twenty minutes change your heart? I was convicted! I knew I wanted to spread this vital information on here because it’s about time we opened our eyes to the sad state we’re in. The things that we do or don’t do in our everyday lives affect the world in every way imaginable; and this in turn, affects us back on an individual level. Yes, it comes back to you like a bad karma! And so, we sometimes complain aimlessly because we’re clueless. It’s a vicious cycle and it somehow needs to stop. I’m thinking of ways I can help with. Everyone should, I think!

So, you got twenty minutes to spare? I hope so. Please… please… watch the Story of Stuff and get convicted!