Loving You,
.......is like looking at the horizons,
where the sun rises
and the sun sets..
where thunderstorms and cyclones spring.
Loving You,
........is like looking at the mirror,
where images bounce back..
and all I see is ....me.
Loving You,
..........is like looking at the stars..
so far...so bright
maybe a dream, but it's not!
Loving You,
.......is like looking at the rain cloud..
your presence seem like rain,
you can't touch but you can feel.
I wish loving You,
......is like looking at a flower,
visible to the eyes..
feeling the texture, and oh..the scent!
Then it's truly real.
not a dream.
not and image.
not just a feeling,
but truly here.
Loving Christ,
....is all but real!
you can see.
you can hear.
you can feel.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Why
It's already noon and still I'm sitting here..I have work to attend to but I simply don't want to go to work. It's one of those days again.... I want to hit the road, go North and enjoy the fresh breeze of the northern counties. All I want to do is go places. I am not depressed...am simply is tired...my mind is already tired thinking of things.... a lot of things.
If I will be given another life to live after these...then I have nothing more to wish to do but enjoy the chance of happiness the Lord designed for me. I'd like to see it and feel it and stay with it till the last minute of my time life...the chance to be with someone a much longer time. A someone whom I can call mine.
Is it bad? Is it offending? Nope. I'm so sure it's not. God knows it and He feels the same way we do and He knows what's lacking. Today, am enjoying the gift of freedom. Doing things for my family and other people I do not know. Staking my life for them, forgetting myself. Yes, I have nothing for myself.. I know it! My friends said, set aside for myself...money I guess it must be. But, all I know one day, He will set aside something for me...only for me.
So much for it...it's the wish of all single women in the world...and it's not an ugly wish!
What can I be afraid of? Fear has numb my soul since then..
Why should I be afraid of death? I have died already a lot of times.
Why should I be afraid of being alone? I've been alone since the beginning.
What am I to lose? I have lost everything already.
Why should I hope for more? Because there's more things up there for me.
Love your life..it's a precious gift from God until you know it.
If I will be given another life to live after these...then I have nothing more to wish to do but enjoy the chance of happiness the Lord designed for me. I'd like to see it and feel it and stay with it till the last minute of my time life...the chance to be with someone a much longer time. A someone whom I can call mine.
Is it bad? Is it offending? Nope. I'm so sure it's not. God knows it and He feels the same way we do and He knows what's lacking. Today, am enjoying the gift of freedom. Doing things for my family and other people I do not know. Staking my life for them, forgetting myself. Yes, I have nothing for myself.. I know it! My friends said, set aside for myself...money I guess it must be. But, all I know one day, He will set aside something for me...only for me.
So much for it...it's the wish of all single women in the world...and it's not an ugly wish!
What can I be afraid of? Fear has numb my soul since then..
Why should I be afraid of death? I have died already a lot of times.
Why should I be afraid of being alone? I've been alone since the beginning.
What am I to lose? I have lost everything already.
Why should I hope for more? Because there's more things up there for me.
Love your life..it's a precious gift from God until you know it.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Missy
Tracy's blue-eyed deaf kitten slipped out of our door unnoticed by everyone. Her absence was only noticed when the time for her med came. It's signal number 1, very windy, dark and raining--we all went outside the house to the street to look for Missy.
After 3 hours of looking around the neighborhood, we gave up. While eating our dinner at 9:30pm, Tracy started crying. What can a mom do but to console her child. We all hoped that Missy will come back tomorrow morning. Oh, we all decided to resume our search tomorrow morning. I have an appointment at 9am tomorrow but I decided to cancel it to join my daughters' search for our Missy.
As I watch my daughters who are quietly sitting in-front of our television....I know they are thinking about our kitten...it's raining outside and Missy's undergoing treatment for her deafness, abnormal tear gland and colds....I can feel what's in their minds.
I wanted to join with them but I kept my composure. Instead I spent my time in Farmville. But my mind is wandering.....where is Missy?
As I stand by the door looking at the road which Missy might have taken, I can't help but remember that way back then someone left without any reason and never came back....
The loss brought so much pain and tears.
Missy brought back the memory.
I didn't cry. I just remembered..I don't remember the pain anymore but I can't forget the face.Now that person is coming back after much realization but I already closed the door behind. I decided not to look back again.
That's why I like it this way. I'm tired of goodbyes. I'm tired of losing. I'm tired of moving on again and again. Simply...I'm tired.
Next time?
Next time.....
After 3 hours of looking around the neighborhood, we gave up. While eating our dinner at 9:30pm, Tracy started crying. What can a mom do but to console her child. We all hoped that Missy will come back tomorrow morning. Oh, we all decided to resume our search tomorrow morning. I have an appointment at 9am tomorrow but I decided to cancel it to join my daughters' search for our Missy.
As I watch my daughters who are quietly sitting in-front of our television....I know they are thinking about our kitten...it's raining outside and Missy's undergoing treatment for her deafness, abnormal tear gland and colds....I can feel what's in their minds.
I wanted to join with them but I kept my composure. Instead I spent my time in Farmville. But my mind is wandering.....where is Missy?
As I stand by the door looking at the road which Missy might have taken, I can't help but remember that way back then someone left without any reason and never came back....
The loss brought so much pain and tears.
Missy brought back the memory.
I didn't cry. I just remembered..I don't remember the pain anymore but I can't forget the face.Now that person is coming back after much realization but I already closed the door behind. I decided not to look back again.
That's why I like it this way. I'm tired of goodbyes. I'm tired of losing. I'm tired of moving on again and again. Simply...I'm tired.
Next time?
Next time.....
Monday, September 20, 2010
Thankful
It was a night where my curiosity stroke every corner of my life.
I went here, to and fro.
I browsed every picture, every item, everything,
My head spin when I came across one place,
as if my world blackened, I have no words to say..
but
Am so thankful you came again
and found a reason to stay.
Am so glad you are here
found me again.
The black cloud rolled away
and my head stopped spinning.
and I realized
I've come too far to look back!
I went here, to and fro.
I browsed every picture, every item, everything,
My head spin when I came across one place,
as if my world blackened, I have no words to say..
but
Am so thankful you came again
and found a reason to stay.
Am so glad you are here
found me again.
The black cloud rolled away
and my head stopped spinning.
and I realized
I've come too far to look back!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
My Pain
i can feel pain...
but there is no tears....
i wanted to cry but tears can't make it out of my eyes.
but the pain numbs my soul...
i don't know where i will go
so the pain will go away.
i don't know what to do
to ease what i feel.
you were just a dream that i once knew.
but there is no tears....
i wanted to cry but tears can't make it out of my eyes.
but the pain numbs my soul...
i don't know where i will go
so the pain will go away.
i don't know what to do
to ease what i feel.
you were just a dream that i once knew.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
My Calling- My Vow
I know it's quite difficult to understand.
This is how it goes-
Before I accepted Christ into my life, I was the loneliest person on earth. Though I have everything financially, there is nothing in my life that could make me smile. Yes, a smile on my face had a price! I was dying then, deprived of my youth, my family on the rocks, me & my brothers grew up separately from each other. I grew up apart from my parents & my brothers. I didn't know what a family looks & feel. I had no reason to smile nor live.
I was given till 21 to heal or else die. It didn't matter to me. As the disease progress in my body, the more I didn't care...I just flowed. I sought no healing. Let the morning come that I will not wake up anymore. Let the road engulf me..I didn't care where I might succumbed to its attack.
Then my mom knew Jesus Christ and believed Him, followed Him. And she patiently shared the gospel to my wayward father who was then with another woman. Her prayers, she said was day & night for my dad and us.
Her prayers were answered by God. My dad accepted Jesus in his heart. He changed & returned to my mom.
A friend of mine shared to me the gospel and afterwards I received Jesus in my heart. The cloud of loneliness left me and I smiled for the first time. I felt peace in spite of the sickness. But this time, the disease progressed so badly inside my body. Yet I received no healing from God. Until one day, it attacked in a place where it's not supposed to attack-- while am in a bus way home.
I made it in the door of our house and .... i had no more idea what has happened afterwards! All there was, was pain. pain. pain. I was bedridden for 2 months & hope was very bleak! My family had my grave prepared. But my father didn't give up praying for me.
But I have peace then.. a deep peace inside. Though I can no longer talk, my mind speaks. I remember I prayed to God, " Lord, Thy will be done in my life. I am ready to die, yet if You will give me a chance to live, I will serve You."
The Lord healed me in a miraculous way, in the Heart Center, too dramatic to recall. I underwent a series of testing to really be sure that I was healed.
I was healed! Indeed! And this means, I will serve Him and He wants it!
Years passed by but the prayer that I uttered in my mind to God remained alive inside me. Deep inside I know that one day I will return to God to serve Him. I know deep inside that I will serve Him in places I do not know. I know deep inside, He wants me to be a missionary of His Word. When & how, I did not know.
Years more passed by, unforgettable painful years passed by. So painful there are times I felt like giving up. But no! I remained firm & strong and I know God was aiding me along. I learned so much about a lot of things in life during those crucial & very painful years. The learnings I did not know for what they could be.
Then the time came that God called me to serve Him. And I said, "yes" to Him. He brought me to the tribe. Then it was clear that I will serve God among the tribes, the Muslim tribes. God so loved them that they have to know that it is Yahweh who is God and not Allah. And it is Jesus Christ who is the Saviour, not Mohammed. That the tribes' ancestral spirits are not God. And these people need to know that God loves them the way He loves me.
And I took a vow to serve Christ and His cause to the tribes. And so I am doing it up to now. And my life is not enough for what He has done for me.
I found out that callings from God are either inherited or bestowed upon to a person. In our family- it is both. I learned in our family tree that my great grand parents are missionaries. They founded the United Evangelical Church in our country.
In every generational line of every family in our family tree, there rise servants of God. They are either pastors, deacons & bible teachers and in our line falls the missionary call. My parents are missionaries to the tribes. My brothers are pastors. My daughters and my nephews & nieces are musicians & singers. And I, the only missionary in the family after my parents.
It is in this call that my smile never ends. My happiness is in doing it. And it's rewards are in heaven. It is a simple yet purposeful life. A rewarding life with the poor. It is living among them for them to know the Saviour, so they will go to heaven when they die, like me and you.
It is my prayer that God would grant me a husband who will accept my call for I cannot give up God and His service for the sake of love. A man who will love me for who and what I am in the Lord. For it is my vow.
There is nothing more so great than to serve God and spread the cause of Christ.
I am an MK and am proud of it!
This is how it goes-
Before I accepted Christ into my life, I was the loneliest person on earth. Though I have everything financially, there is nothing in my life that could make me smile. Yes, a smile on my face had a price! I was dying then, deprived of my youth, my family on the rocks, me & my brothers grew up separately from each other. I grew up apart from my parents & my brothers. I didn't know what a family looks & feel. I had no reason to smile nor live.
I was given till 21 to heal or else die. It didn't matter to me. As the disease progress in my body, the more I didn't care...I just flowed. I sought no healing. Let the morning come that I will not wake up anymore. Let the road engulf me..I didn't care where I might succumbed to its attack.
Then my mom knew Jesus Christ and believed Him, followed Him. And she patiently shared the gospel to my wayward father who was then with another woman. Her prayers, she said was day & night for my dad and us.
Her prayers were answered by God. My dad accepted Jesus in his heart. He changed & returned to my mom.
A friend of mine shared to me the gospel and afterwards I received Jesus in my heart. The cloud of loneliness left me and I smiled for the first time. I felt peace in spite of the sickness. But this time, the disease progressed so badly inside my body. Yet I received no healing from God. Until one day, it attacked in a place where it's not supposed to attack-- while am in a bus way home.
I made it in the door of our house and .... i had no more idea what has happened afterwards! All there was, was pain. pain. pain. I was bedridden for 2 months & hope was very bleak! My family had my grave prepared. But my father didn't give up praying for me.
But I have peace then.. a deep peace inside. Though I can no longer talk, my mind speaks. I remember I prayed to God, " Lord, Thy will be done in my life. I am ready to die, yet if You will give me a chance to live, I will serve You."
The Lord healed me in a miraculous way, in the Heart Center, too dramatic to recall. I underwent a series of testing to really be sure that I was healed.
I was healed! Indeed! And this means, I will serve Him and He wants it!
Years passed by but the prayer that I uttered in my mind to God remained alive inside me. Deep inside I know that one day I will return to God to serve Him. I know deep inside that I will serve Him in places I do not know. I know deep inside, He wants me to be a missionary of His Word. When & how, I did not know.
Years more passed by, unforgettable painful years passed by. So painful there are times I felt like giving up. But no! I remained firm & strong and I know God was aiding me along. I learned so much about a lot of things in life during those crucial & very painful years. The learnings I did not know for what they could be.
Then the time came that God called me to serve Him. And I said, "yes" to Him. He brought me to the tribe. Then it was clear that I will serve God among the tribes, the Muslim tribes. God so loved them that they have to know that it is Yahweh who is God and not Allah. And it is Jesus Christ who is the Saviour, not Mohammed. That the tribes' ancestral spirits are not God. And these people need to know that God loves them the way He loves me.
And I took a vow to serve Christ and His cause to the tribes. And so I am doing it up to now. And my life is not enough for what He has done for me.
I found out that callings from God are either inherited or bestowed upon to a person. In our family- it is both. I learned in our family tree that my great grand parents are missionaries. They founded the United Evangelical Church in our country.
In every generational line of every family in our family tree, there rise servants of God. They are either pastors, deacons & bible teachers and in our line falls the missionary call. My parents are missionaries to the tribes. My brothers are pastors. My daughters and my nephews & nieces are musicians & singers. And I, the only missionary in the family after my parents.
It is in this call that my smile never ends. My happiness is in doing it. And it's rewards are in heaven. It is a simple yet purposeful life. A rewarding life with the poor. It is living among them for them to know the Saviour, so they will go to heaven when they die, like me and you.
It is my prayer that God would grant me a husband who will accept my call for I cannot give up God and His service for the sake of love. A man who will love me for who and what I am in the Lord. For it is my vow.
There is nothing more so great than to serve God and spread the cause of Christ.
I am an MK and am proud of it!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
agatha
this day i don't know what to think anymore.
i have done the best i could to agatha..
my pure intentions were not rewarded,
for 2 years i considered myself a failure.
and now i am faced to its one of the many challenges.
among its challenges, this one is something too difficult for me to handle.
my name is at stake.
agatha is at stake.
most of its challenges i have handled and settled...this one remain untouched.
and in this one, i have already exhausted all my fuel and energy.
i got tired..so tired.
for i have exhausted already what i know.
and or this one i prayed:
my Lord God I commenced in Your hands Agatha
i have nothing more to do.
i failed.
Your greatest will be done.
this time Lord, do things for me.
and i will accept your will.
: (
i have done the best i could to agatha..
my pure intentions were not rewarded,
for 2 years i considered myself a failure.
and now i am faced to its one of the many challenges.
among its challenges, this one is something too difficult for me to handle.
my name is at stake.
agatha is at stake.
most of its challenges i have handled and settled...this one remain untouched.
and in this one, i have already exhausted all my fuel and energy.
i got tired..so tired.
for i have exhausted already what i know.
and or this one i prayed:
my Lord God I commenced in Your hands Agatha
i have nothing more to do.
i failed.
Your greatest will be done.
this time Lord, do things for me.
and i will accept your will.
: (
Sunday, June 20, 2010
You Are the One
It*s been two days....
I have received a note that touched the shield I have put around my heart so that no one can pass through to its chambers.
Yes, I admit. I have voluntarily afflicted myself with a two- year dose of " I, me and myself" shots to give time for my mind to heal of all the pain of my previous relationship, because I have grown numb to the word, "love".... I forgot the feelings. I forgot how to.
A gal friend of mine asked me, "how to know if you are in-love?" coz she, too, have forgotten how. I felt myself just staring at her and sling back the question to, followed with a loud laugh!
Intense and prolong pain makes you numb and insensitive. This happens to people who have lost their loved ones, or have failed relationships whose endings are worst.
The shield I placed was high and thick and yet here is one of the poems sent to me that cracked the shield I put around my heart, until shattering the shield into pieces.
Poems do not usually touch me. But this one was delivered unusually. The person took a stake at time just to find me and tell me how important I am in his life:
YOU ARE THE ONE
you*re the one i*ll always love,
who makes my life so colorful and bright.
you*re the one who touches my heart,
and fill my world with lots of love.
you*re the one i need so much,
who has a special way of turning my thoughts to romance.
you*re the one i keep dreaming about,
the one who inspires me so much.
a love so true i found in you.
i wonder what i*d do without you.
i hope no matter what
you will always be there for me.
you are the one...my life, my soul,
my everything,
only for you!
I don*t know what to say....
I have received a note that touched the shield I have put around my heart so that no one can pass through to its chambers.
Yes, I admit. I have voluntarily afflicted myself with a two- year dose of " I, me and myself" shots to give time for my mind to heal of all the pain of my previous relationship, because I have grown numb to the word, "love".... I forgot the feelings. I forgot how to.
A gal friend of mine asked me, "how to know if you are in-love?" coz she, too, have forgotten how. I felt myself just staring at her and sling back the question to, followed with a loud laugh!
Intense and prolong pain makes you numb and insensitive. This happens to people who have lost their loved ones, or have failed relationships whose endings are worst.
The shield I placed was high and thick and yet here is one of the poems sent to me that cracked the shield I put around my heart, until shattering the shield into pieces.
Poems do not usually touch me. But this one was delivered unusually. The person took a stake at time just to find me and tell me how important I am in his life:
YOU ARE THE ONE
you*re the one i*ll always love,
who makes my life so colorful and bright.
you*re the one who touches my heart,
and fill my world with lots of love.
you*re the one i need so much,
who has a special way of turning my thoughts to romance.
you*re the one i keep dreaming about,
the one who inspires me so much.
a love so true i found in you.
i wonder what i*d do without you.
i hope no matter what
you will always be there for me.
you are the one...my life, my soul,
my everything,
only for you!
I don*t know what to say....
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Nothing More Beautiful
there is nothing more beautiful
than you being here
in my world.
what is my world that
you should visit?
yet, you did!
and i am so thankful!
what could be more beautiful
than knowing
You are there.
watching, staying, staring,
can*t be seen,
can*t be touched.
but can be felt.
you
are like a soft wind from the west,
gently caressing the leaves of time,
of the unknown.
what could be more beautiful
than knowing
you love me?
yes, loving me
by someone as high as the heaven as you!
someone as complicated as the time.
someone as deep as the waters in the river
i always pass by...
i am amazed..
mesmerized...
appalled by this love.
but i know
i cannot reach you..
cannot touch you..
cannot know you..
i want to cross the bridge but
i don*t know how.
i want to touch the sky
but i don*t know how.
and i walk along this highway of life.
wondering... wondering...wandering.
my fear engulf me like a mist.
i cried.
and the rain fell upon my world,
and i remember: nothing can be more beautiful than knowing
it is you
and it is me.
and i walked away...
than you being here
in my world.
what is my world that
you should visit?
yet, you did!
and i am so thankful!
what could be more beautiful
than knowing
You are there.
watching, staying, staring,
can*t be seen,
can*t be touched.
but can be felt.
you
are like a soft wind from the west,
gently caressing the leaves of time,
of the unknown.
what could be more beautiful
than knowing
you love me?
yes, loving me
by someone as high as the heaven as you!
someone as complicated as the time.
someone as deep as the waters in the river
i always pass by...
i am amazed..
mesmerized...
appalled by this love.
but i know
i cannot reach you..
cannot touch you..
cannot know you..
i want to cross the bridge but
i don*t know how.
i want to touch the sky
but i don*t know how.
and i walk along this highway of life.
wondering... wondering...wandering.
my fear engulf me like a mist.
i cried.
and the rain fell upon my world,
and i remember: nothing can be more beautiful than knowing
it is you
and it is me.
and i walked away...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
If I am An Angel...If I am a Genie...
if i am a genie,
i would grant you your three wishes.
i would cast a spell
that would change your pain into joy.
that would change your past,
and undo your mistakes.
if i am an angel.
i would fly into God*s chamber
and utter your name there that He would answer
all your prayers, and all your questions.
if i am a genie,
i will bring you inside my bottle
so you can rest and find solace.
then i will let you out again
with new strenght within.
but if i am an angel,
i will go into God*s presence
and surrender my wings
so
i
could be with
you
forever.
i would grant you your three wishes.
i would cast a spell
that would change your pain into joy.
that would change your past,
and undo your mistakes.
if i am an angel.
i would fly into God*s chamber
and utter your name there that He would answer
all your prayers, and all your questions.
if i am a genie,
i will bring you inside my bottle
so you can rest and find solace.
then i will let you out again
with new strenght within.
but if i am an angel,
i will go into God*s presence
and surrender my wings
so
i
could be with
you
forever.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Ours Is Like A Fantaserye
Domeng....
Met him in a time nobody would ever think will come.
In a time where my world was preoccupied with the tribe, my career and....my career. ahuh!
That was May 14,2006.
Can still remember ei.
The following days were filled with talks about his life, my life (although I maintained one card under the table), his world...he let me saw his world, his world. And my world?...Ahh, I have no idea if he wanted to see mine. I was afraid to ask.
But the days were filled with talks on the texts... he didn*t want me to hear his voice...pangit daw! Well, I didn*t care. But he did care.
..of exchanges of gifts... we use couriers.
... of listening and understanding.
... helping one another.
But he never saw my face.
I never saw his face.
in person.
only in pictures.
There are times I have the doubt if he is the real Dominic?
But there are also times I shoved those doubts away. I don*t care.
Whether he*s real or not.
Because I saw the person inside the childish covers he had.
The person anyone would gonna like and love.
And I love it.
I read and feel the heartbeat he had,
but I chose not to take it seriously...I was afraid.
I can*t ask, because I might be wrong..
And I am afraid.
Then one day he was gone!
I don*t know why.
He was gone... and it made me think a lot of questions without answers.
Is it the hershey*s fault? Is it my fault?
But his leaving hurt me.
Why am I hurting? Don*t know...
But who cares? He wouldn*t know anyway.
He*s gone.
Years passed by...Eerr, two years passed by.
It*s May again...
When my world is preoccupied with work and wonderings...
I hate the times of my sudden sadness.
These times I hate the rain, I like the dimness of each night, the noise and the roads.
Then suddenly, he came back from nowhere....
And I in the place of no return.
It is May again... and it was May 21, 2010.
His return I never expected. I thought he was gone forever!
His return made me cry!
Si Domeng lang ang nakapagpaiyak sa akin,
sa gitna ng supermarket...
I cried... I don*t know why.
Siguro kasi bati na kami.
Nahh..... ganun lang?
I don*t know, still, why.
why I cried.
And I have known the reason why he left. And I was surprised! So surprised that I exclaimed, "Why didn*t you tell me?"
Because I was waiting to hear that but he didn*t tell.
Days are filled with talks in texts, and calls now! Oh yeah, I can now hear his voice and his laughs!
And a lot more beautiful things!
Beautiful things!
Beautiful things!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
And he*s a different person now! More beautiful than the one I*ve known before.
And I like the changes.
But still, we see only each other in ... pictures!
He is like a future in a glimpse.
You can talk to but you can*t touch.
Near but so far. A world apart.
Heaven and earth.
A dream.
A fantasy.... nope, a fantaserye!
Because we*re making a story.
But he said it*s not a dream, and not a fantasy...
You are Cinderella and I am Prince Charming! ha ha ha
So it is.
Friday, May 7, 2010
One Minute
This I see:
No matter how fast, advance and complicated our lives may be... time will always come by that we will need to go back to the basics. To the foundations of the pillars we have set in our lives, to the simple s.o.p. of how things are in our lives.
For 21 years, I have lived an almost "dream-like" life, with nothing to ask for more. The next 10 years became the reverse of it. I woke up one morning asking what am I doing here? When I tried to fix things up, the next 10 years became the most complicated and hardest of the years that passed by... in trying to make things better, I took the one minute chances every day, going back to basic....
One minute of each time walking under the rain....praying.
One minute of each moment walking by the shore.... energizing my spirit to remain positive,
to keep my eyes on my goal.
One minute of every hour walking in the streets... thinking how things will going to be
excellent.
One minute of every time spent happily with the people around... crying to keep depression
away.
One minute of every 4 hours sleeping.... awake, understanding the blue print of my life, our
lives designed by GOd Almighty, so I will not complain and ask "why?".
One minute of every opportunity with ordinary, not-so-ordinary people and the somebodies...
observing their walks in life.... so I'll have inspirations and pattern in planning for the hows
in my life.
And the rest of the remaining minutes...... : )
And the 3 years after, were times of changes.
No matter how fast, advance and complicated our lives may be... time will always come by that we will need to go back to the basics. To the foundations of the pillars we have set in our lives, to the simple s.o.p. of how things are in our lives.
For 21 years, I have lived an almost "dream-like" life, with nothing to ask for more. The next 10 years became the reverse of it. I woke up one morning asking what am I doing here? When I tried to fix things up, the next 10 years became the most complicated and hardest of the years that passed by... in trying to make things better, I took the one minute chances every day, going back to basic....
One minute of each time walking under the rain....praying.
One minute of each moment walking by the shore.... energizing my spirit to remain positive,
to keep my eyes on my goal.
One minute of every hour walking in the streets... thinking how things will going to be
excellent.
One minute of every time spent happily with the people around... crying to keep depression
away.
One minute of every 4 hours sleeping.... awake, understanding the blue print of my life, our
lives designed by GOd Almighty, so I will not complain and ask "why?".
One minute of every opportunity with ordinary, not-so-ordinary people and the somebodies...
observing their walks in life.... so I'll have inspirations and pattern in planning for the hows
in my life.
And the rest of the remaining minutes...... : )
And the 3 years after, were times of changes.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Nothing More Beautiful
There is nothing more beautiful than
a flower blooming,
a sunrise,
and
a sunset.
A bird flying in the horizon,
a rainbow,
and you..
looking at me,
just looking at me.
There is nothing sadder
than a death
of a loved one,
and you,
walking away
from me.
But there is nothing more
rewarding
than an effort compensated,
and me...
overcoming your memories.
There is nothing more refreshing
than a cold drink after a hot weather,
and thinking
of our past,
how it made me
change,
and grow into
a person
more
beautiful
than
there
was
you.
and I am glad!
a flower blooming,
a sunrise,
and
a sunset.
A bird flying in the horizon,
a rainbow,
and you..
looking at me,
just looking at me.
There is nothing sadder
than a death
of a loved one,
and you,
walking away
from me.
But there is nothing more
rewarding
than an effort compensated,
and me...
overcoming your memories.
There is nothing more refreshing
than a cold drink after a hot weather,
and thinking
of our past,
how it made me
change,
and grow into
a person
more
beautiful
than
there
was
you.
and I am glad!
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