Sunday, March 11, 2018

Three Reasons Why You Might Need A Vision Board

Last December 28, I was sitting face-to-face with the company psychologist as I needed to talk to someone about the difficulties that plagued me. She gave me several assignments at the end of the session, and one of those tasks involved making a vision board. 

Back then, I was not familiar with such a thing. I even doubted its efficacy, I mean how can a bunch of cut-out pictures possibly contribute to my well-being? Nevertheless, I decided to gather the materials, thinking that I’ve got nothing to lose if it turns out to be hogwash.

So off I went to the mall to buy the supplies for this assignment. Since I had no magazines at home, I just grabbed pictures and quotes from the Internet.

Okay… I must confess that I was somewhat excited at this point.

Once I had everything, I went home and pinned the pictures to the corkboard. After some difficulty in determining the positions, I finally succeeded in arranging the images in a not-so-messy way.


The completed board was placed on my table which earned a questionable glance from my mother when she was still here (Who are those people? Who's Liam Blunt?). At first, I didn't feel anything whenever I looked at it. The effects my shrink told me was not kicking in. I asked myself, "What the heck was this for?"

That was until I actually set myself back on track in writing. See, I've had a ridiculously-long spell of a creative drought, exacerbated by a string of circumstances that basically made my life really unpleasant. 'Twas one of the things my psych told me:

Do something about your life. Don't just walk around aimlessly like a wanderer who's got no destination in mind. Be someone who knows where he is going.

I forced myself even though my right hemisphere strongly hesitated. Butt on chair, word processor opened, WRITE. The vision board was just several inches above the laptop, so I could always see it whenever I looked away from the screen.

Then I eventually realized how it worked. If you're curious, then just read on and find out more about why you might need one for yourself:

1. The vision board serves as your map

The vision board is a tool that represents your aspirations. It constantly reminds you of what you want to achieve, or maybe who you want to be like in the future. Perhaps you want to be a successful blogger? Or maybe you want to have your own startup? Or maybe you want to create a platform that helps other people find work on the Internet? Or maybe you want to visit the Bahamas sometime in your life?

Just take images that closely represent these dreams and stick them on your board. With this tool, your goals will become absolutely clear, and you’ll be happier knowing that you are aware of what you truly want to pursue. You're neither lost nor aimlessly trodding the streets with no direction in mind. You are now laser-focused towards a specific location.

In my case, I pinned pictures of my favorite authors, namely Frank Herbert, James Rollins, Michael Crichton, and Steve Berry, because I always wanted to become a successful author like them someday. Bit by bit, day by day, even with baby steps, I try my best in working towards this. Every single day, I work on my projects. Regardless if I penned an entire chapter or just a scene, progress is progress.

Moreover, I deliberately left a lot of vacant spots on the corkboard because I know that I'll need additional space for new objectives and motivators. 

Speaking of motivators.

2. It also triggers your brain to action

Another benefit of the vision board is motivation.

The tool ensures that your goals are always at the top of your mind, that’s why it is integral that you place the corkboard someplace where you’ll see it every day. That way, your brain will always be fired up into chasing your targets by any means necessary.

In this pursuit of your dreams, you might now find yourself doing things you never did before like showing initiative, volunteering, meeting new people, or anything else that lays the foundation for your ambitions.

You can reinforce motivation by placing quotes on your vision board, like how I did with mine. You might notice that one of these said quotes isn't related to writing, and that's okay because fixing things in my life was one of my objectives as well. Ditching the clusterf**k of a past, fixing the messy present, and building the future.

You can also add things like mementos, a picture of someone special who encourages you to do your best, or anything else that serves as an inspiration, be it directly or indirectly.

3. It helps you get out of a rut

You might be wondering why I have pictures of Darren Hayes, Beth Riesgraf (set aside the fact that she’s my celebrity crush), Aaron Paul, and Christian Slater on my board. Do I idolize them? Do I want to be like them too?

The thing is, I always look for celebrities who closely resemble the characters I write, and I'm pretty sure many writers do the same thing.

I treat the pictures of these actors as the actual faces of the fictional characters in my stories. Aaron Paul's look is quite close to the protagonist of my upcoming short story Web, while the other three play a role in my full-length novel (and they're my favorites as well).

So, why are they there exactly?

Their faces remind me that I created them. They have their own lives, aspirations, personalities, quirks, favorite food, loved ones, destinies… Basically, they’re living, breathing human beings even if they just reside in the pages of my stories here on my hard drive.

Whenever I find myself in a creative slump, I look at the board and there they are… My babies.

And if I created them, surely I can create more of them, right? 

So, if you’re stuck in a rut, try placing a picture of something you created. A character? A painting? A beautiful photograph you took yourself? A dish worthy of Gordon Ramsay's praise? Pin away!

In conclusion

Now, keep in mind that the vision board will not grant you supernatural amounts of motivation once you complete it. It is not some ancient puzzle that bestows a boon on your person because you assembled it, nor will it make the planets align and alter your destiny so your dreams will automatically be fulfilled by just waiting for them to arrive on your doorstep.


The vision board is just a map and a motivator for what you want in life. It is also the lifebuoy that keeps you afloat whenever you're about to sink while swimming towards your aspirations.

You still have to take action if you wish to achieve all of your desires. This tool will be useless if you just pinned pictures on it and stared at it every single day without doing anything to attain those things you fastened.

Look at it as your guide. Draw strength from it when you’re down. There will be pitfalls. There will be detours. Hell, you will fall one too many times in this pursuit of your dreams. But, don’t lose hope, as these are inevitable when it comes to going after the things you want.  

Relish the feeling of taking down the pictures because you finally achieved those goals, and savor the moment when you’ll pin new images again.

It means you’re not stuck.

You are freakin’ chasing your dreams.

That, my friend, is how you truly live.

Don’t you want that feeling?

Why don’t you get started now? Get those pictures, grab a corkboard, and start plotting the roadmap to destiny.

While you're still here, check out this video of Steve Harvey talking about his vision board.

Friday, February 9, 2018


she was stuck in a vicious cycle

ambivalence flowed in her ichor

all this time she's in a pendulum

in a perpetual glee and gloom

pondering if she'll go through or not

rather than just keeping her mouth shut

relying only on written rhymes

inscribing adoration in lines

installing hints in her poetry

not wanting to tell him directly

longing for his attention, she prayed

and hoped that he read the clues she laid

for only through these words she could speak

to someone who's truly angelic

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

छह सौ

"I don't see things clearly," he said
"Have to wear these things with no end"
"Without my lens, the world's unclear"
"Despite that, I'm still full of cheer"

With a smile, she listened to his words
Unlike him, she didn't need any device
She could see everything clearly
But even if her gaze were just as fuzzy as his
She can still see
How wonderful he is
His face
His grace
His smile
His dimples
His mannerisms
They were all crystal clear to her

"I have to wear them all the time"
"From morning up until nighttime"
"A permanent solution? Not yet"
"My blurry eyes don't make me fret"

She nodded, her chin resting on both palms
Watching his soft lips move as he talked
Eyeing the slight curve of his jaw
How his hair flowed
How his fingers danced as he explained things
How his pearly teeth shone

Yes, she didn't need anything else to see
How magnificent he was
But as for him
Just like what he said:

"Everything is just so foggy."

Oh, he'll never see indeed...

Friday, January 19, 2018


An angel from heaven flew down
Her divine beauty purged my frown
My burdens quickly came to pass
As I heard the voice of this lass

Her smooth skin is as white as snow
Her beauty radiates a bright glow
Feathered wings flapped with boundless grace
Stars followed her magical pace

She passed by me, a spell she cast
She looked back, my heart did beat fast
A wink, a smile, then she did fly
'Midst stardust rains, I said "Goodbye"

She goes, an angel in blue jeans
To the bright aurora she wings
I watched her, my heart she did claim
I just wished that she knew my name

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Dreams | Delusions

Once, you might have thought that this certain thing is your dream. Something that you should pursue as there’s some weird nagging feeling deep within you that you should go after it. You believe that it will bring you to greater heights, not to mention some measure of popularity, maybe.

You are willing to make sacrifices and adjustments just to ensure that you are on track in chasing this so-called dream. Work schedules have been shifted, pastimes minimized, and sleeping hours reduced. You let go of what could’ve been very promising endeavors just for this dream of yours.

What happened though? Was it all worth it?

You stopped because something within you just…died. That drive that kept you going fizzled into nothingness. The dream itself drifted far away from you as you no longer have the enthusiasm to go after it. This glorious quest has become nothing but a goddamn snipe hunt.

Now, as you reflect on the things that you gave up and let go because of your foolishness, I hope that you realize that delusions are quite costly. There’s no going back of course as you are set on a different path.

As for you, dear reader, never ever forget to make plans first before jumping into something. Contemplate. Think hard. Make an outline if possible. Picture all possible outcomes. Trust me on this as the plans you make will make sure that your pursuit of dreams will not become a futile endeavor.

Thursday, June 29, 2017


Little rag doll with broken strings
Sitting while a sad tone he sings
Watching as the days pass quickly
And fate mocked him without mercy
Countless lips smiled because of him
Before getting tossed in a whim
Many a time his name is called
By someone who is hurt and cold
Fed with lies and vain promises
His love for her was a distress
From dusk 'till dawn he cheered her up
While his peers told him to give up
A fellow doll then said to him
"You're just flying in a bad dream"
Next day passed, then another week
He's still trying not to look weak
But when her need for him is gone
Read this piece again from line one

Monday, June 12, 2017


The procession of robed and blindfolded men moved in the darkness of the night, grasping each other’s shoulders like a long centipede of humanity crawling through a path of gravel in the forest. They were surrounded by trees, serenaded by nocturnal wildlife, and led by a torch-bearing man who was the only one without a blindfold for obvious reasons.

Aaron was one of the men who joined this midnight trip. He did his best not to stumble as they traversed the nether trail, feeling his hands quiver as he grasped the shoulders of the person in front of him. The same also happened to the hands that clutched his shoulders. Fear made their limbs tremble as there was not even a single chilly breeze in the air.

Just like the rest of the blindfolded people here, Aaron was an enthusiast of everything horror. Frightening movies and heart attack-inducing screamer videos gave him a rush that was akin to a mind-numbing orgasm. He was always on the hunt for the next thrill of a heart-stopping fright, so when he came upon an online ad that promised the “ultimate scare”, Aaron didn’t hesitate to sign up.

He and a dozen fellow aficionados met in an abandoned warehouse where a trio of bald men in business suits gave them the robes. They were then made to wait until midnight before they began the trek through the wilderness.

Their march abruptly stopped. Aaron felt the gentle wisps of wind rustle his robe. The torchbearer ordered them to remove their blindfolds.

Aaron rubbed his eyes after removing the cloth that covered it for almost an hour. They stood in a clearing in the middle of the forest, with dead leaves on the ground illuminated by moonlight. At the center stood a trio of square stone blocks. The torchbearer knelt next to it and pressed something on its base, causing a small part of the earth around the blocks to sink, revealing a spiral staircase made of stone.

The group followed the torchbearer as they descended into the passage, into a short earthen tunnel, and into a huge round chamber carved out of the earth and illuminated by a string of wall-mounted torches. They stopped at what appeared to be the edge of a depression on the ground that sloped to the center, making it look like a small asteroid crater. A glacial chill crawled down Aaron’s spine and it made his heart pump in excitement towards the impending scare, much like how a child looked forward to a Christmas present.

Silence filled the air once the footsteps stopped and the participants were at the edge of the depression. But a strange muffled noise became audible, like the distant whimpering of a trapped animal.

The torchbearer stood on the side and spoke, “We are gathered here tonight to celebrate our fascination towards what others find terrifying. We are a unique kind of people, yes, and we deserve only the best when it comes to the things that excite us.”

Aaron’s vision adjusted to the darkness and what he saw made every hair on his being stand.

Dark thin oval shapes formed a spiral on the sloped depression at the center of the chamber. They were chained to the earth perhaps to prevent them from rolling off. At the core was a stone pedestal riddled with carvings of tentacles, and on it sat an orb as black as night. Aaron saw something swirl inside the orb, or maybe the dim lighting was just playing tricks on his eyes? He heard the others gasp as they saw the bizarre display.

Aaron noticed one of the oval shapes was positioned near where he stood. He crouched to take a closer look at it as the whimpering sounds became much louder. He had to squint his eyes to see the shape properly.

Until it squirmed. Aaron bolted upright as the shape wriggled on the chains that grasped it. His ears picked up a faint yet familiar sound out of the sniveling that echoed throughout the chamber.


“Help me please.”

The reality of the situation sank in and, for the first time, it brought with it a kind of terror that Aaron did not find enjoyable. This was the kind of horror that he didn’t want to see, that he didn’t want to experience.

“The horror that plagues our media nowadays are nothing but child’s play, an insult to what brought fear to our ancestors hundreds of years ago. Ghosts? Killer clowns? Psycho nurses? Zombies? Bah, they’re but feeble imitations of the true art of terror,” the torchbearer’s voice drowned out the chorus of groans and whines that became clearly audible.

The other participants realized what the shapes were, and three of them bolted out of the chamber.

Three gunshots echoed afterwards.

The torchbearer moved towards the nearest oval shape and sank a curved dagger into it, causing a trickle of blood to flow towards the pedestal. He then cast a glance straight at Aaron and said, “You claim to find satisfaction in fear. Now’s your chance to fulfill your ultimate wish: to witness the pure heart of dread that lurked in the hearts of our cave-dwelling ancestors during the ancient times.”