Somewhere along the way you’ll get hurt.
Frustrations from all angles.
To face these is inevitable.
But take heart.
What’s life if we get everything we want
and prayed for at the moment we
expected them to greet us?
Where’s excitement in not challenging
our limitations and weaknesses?
We’ve all questioned everything at one
point in our lives – our decisions,
our gifts, our value as a person.
But look at the one gazing at you from
the future – the stronger you.
You’ve gone through this before;
you can do it again.
Meaning breathes from tales of triumphs
and overcoming of odds.
Be a comeback story.
I rejoice whenever it rains. But everything changed when one night, on my way home from work, I saw how children and women and men sleep next to each other. Their beds? None. They sleep on soft drink boxes with no roof to cover them on the sidewalk while public and private vehicles pass by them. Headlights expose their fine details. Stray dogs and cats search for food on the pile of garbage just few feet away while they’re dreaming. I then asked myself: Where are they going to stay if it started to rain? The Catholic church near their neighborhood’s closed. It haunted me inside out.
I rejoice whenever it rains until last night.
It’s perfectly legal to get angry, to raise your clenched fist, to shout and to have your thoughts made known to those holding the highest positions in the government. With everything that’s going on, it is a natural reaction, a civilized attempt to express. But it’s scarier I believe if the voices of those who care have been shut, the doors and windows to understanding closed, and hope gone. I wonder if the Philippines will one day wake up on an atmosphere of pure hate, hurt, and heresy. Yes, I still wonder because at 4 A.M. my mind wanted to believe that we can get over these humps. I hope that fear will never triumph against the truth… I hope.
Challenge me in ways that I’ve
never been challenged
Show me things – grand and minute,
subtle and bold, and let’s get drunk
on each other’s fascinations
Let’s not be mediocre, forever
threading what the men and women
before us built for themselves
Be mad at me, really mad,
to the extreme extent not
brought by hatred but
Love me, show me, tell
me every day, every
hour, every time
the sun’s rays
visit your lips
Stay while the storm
displays its wrath, the
noise around us, all the doubts –
be with me still
For you’re my hiding place,
my refuge, the light in
a world that has gone crazy –
sit next to me.
SOMEDAY, YOU’LL forget about him. You’ll forget about how he made you laugh, yes, even how he made you feel special and appreciated; how he encouraged you to reach your dreams; how he dared you to challenge your own standards and principles; how days seemed to pass by faster than how they should be; how each morning greeted you with hope that you’ll wake up next to him. Someday, all that will be left of him in your memory is the hurt he caused, the sadness he inflicted on you for days or weeks or months, and that moment when you looked at the mirror and saw yourself small. You doubted yourself because of him. But choose to forgive for the future – your future.
Time will pass by and you may forget some details. But he never will – both the smile and the sorrow.
He’s the rain thundering
The tiny drop gently
He escapes from the glow
coming out of
A sensation, a warmth as you
press your fingertips on
He’s clinging into
it, holding on a