Stories August 30, 2009
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You read a book. Watched a movie. The words, the characters, the scenes seemed familiar. You remembered people from your past. Then you began to long for them. But you cannot have them; they’re gone.
You started weaving memories. To paint pictures when life was happier because it was shared. But you knew soon they’ll get paler, washed out by blurred images you could no longer revisit and recall.
The urge to bring back the past to life was intense. But there you were undecided, couldn’t say the right word, restraining the spark to overempower you again.
And so you stood there. Regretful. Waiting.
Life’s Little Lessons February 9, 2009
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Today I’ve learned that it doesn’t take any advanced degree so one could understand the word “sensitivity.” Maybe because the ability to feel that you’re hurting someone doesn’t require theories or high sounding concepts. It’s as simple as empathy. This truth can be seen in the paradox of our God. He came not as a king or an erudite being. He came bereft of social titles, complex education, or political power. He came like an ordinary folk, nomad, vagrant, uneducated, unschooled. But it didn’t prevent Him from touching hearts and making a difference. He indeed changed the course of our lives without standing proud or hurting the lowly.
This is a lesson I hope the proud and the insensitive among us can learn, by heart.
Simple words, like a genuine gesture–a smile, a pat on the back, a surprise visit–see us through a tiring day. They are kind, inspiring.
They make us survive all pains and indifference. They make us rejoice in silence. Or smile clandestinely. Or dream about good things.
Without these, we couldn’t survive the pangs of this world. With these, we see the light of day.
Maybe December 10, 2008
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I should be sleeping by now. But let me clarify things.
I should be working on my research lecture tomorrow. But here I am, putting words for my thoughts.
Maybe the urge to blog is stronger than the call for rest or work.
Maybe this is addiction. Maybe this is the only mode of expression I know.
Maybe words are more powerful than any other grown-up concerns.
Maybe I am right.
Maybe change is inevitable October 6, 2008
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Soon, life will take a different direction. A dramatic turnaround, maybe. Back to my roots.
What transpired this morning will see me through next month. No matter what I do, the call is too loud to disregard. I’ll be back where I’ve started.
I love the challenge of starting anew. The beginning point may be overwhelming. But when it begins to unravel, each end renders itself clear.
Life likes to surprise. Most of the time. Change comes when you least expect it. From circumstances that overwhelm at first, but leave you real in the end.
God knows to balance things off. The good news over the bad. Acceptance over rejection. Hope over uncertainty.
I know that too well now.
spur of the moment September 25, 2008
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inspirations come like light radiating from nowhere
they just pop out unseen, unnoticed, ready to catch you unaware, off guard
they render you vulnerable, weak, like a glass ready to break at the slightest provocation
but they make you more human
when was the last time inspirations knocked me off my feet? sent me shivers down my spine? caught me at my weakest?
like unwanted, unwelcome guest, you let them come in because they make you become more imperfect, making you feel your vulnerability even more, your limits, your ability to court with dangers and impossibilities
but you let them come in just the same like light you cannot tame, temptation you cannot resist
like now
Possibilities. September 8, 2008
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This all I’ve got.
Blurred images. That could be smile.
Air passes through it. Lines seemingly intertwine.
That could be it. It could be that. Open. Free.
Yes. That could be smile.
Oneness August 4, 2008
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You just stood there.
You grinned. Smiled.
To somebody else.
Simply, it was a passing air.
I made myself invisible.
I was there. But I was also not there.
Language got lost in space.
Distance was not a barrier.
Wave length, maybe.
Till the universe made us one.
One event synchronized with another.
It happened while something else was
in the act of happening.
In the end, you are left to make
sense of things.
If you can.
by heart July 4, 2008
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there are words left unspoken but felt by the heart. life’s meanings are read in each other’s eyes. in their galaxies. in their sparkles. in their smiles. though they have no words, they share more than words could. to reason out is to lose our reason. in love, we are god-like beings. wish we could say more though we know more than words could be said.
Like light at the end of the line June 22, 2008
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The day was on a standstill.
We waited for light like it was dark all over.
We panicked. We were forewarned like builders of a house.
We gathered our things. Like Noah’s ark.
We waited more.
Till there was light and hope and future.
We brought back things. In order we found them.
We tried to be happy despite bleak prospects.
Till we saw the light and jumped out of joy.
We were like people of the sun.
First Day June 13, 2008
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Yesterday was my Independence Day.
I freed myself from fears. I braved the untried.
I took the journey alone.
There I was, still afraid but bold.
There was a slight ache that withered the worries away.
The tension was still there. The struggle for security grew intense.
I wanted to take shelter under the roof of my old, secured self.
But the flag of liberty flaunted the way.
Now I know. I have no more reason to doubt.
I have done it. And now I’m free.
