Nagiging walang kwenta ang buhay ng tao kapag lahat ng pwede mong hilingin eh nasa sayo na. Nagiging isa na lang routine ang pang-araw araw na buhay mo. Gigising ka upang magpunta sa trabaho, matapos ang trabaho, uuwi ka at matutulog. Ganun lang kasimple.
Ako, ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay ko sa ngayon. Ako ang direktor, ako din ang artista sa maigsing kwento na hinanda ni Papa God para saken. Sa simula, pinlano kong gawin itong makabuluhan at maayos, sa simula, inisip kong makipaglaban at maging isang mabuting huwaran sa ibang tao. Sa simula, pinlano kong maging inspirasyon tungo sa pagbabago ng ibang tao. Sa simula, pinlano kong maging masaya at kuntento sa kung anuman ang maaari kong makamit sa hinaharap. Sa simula, lahat ng mga bagay na pinlano ko ay pinaniwalaan kong makakamit ko--kahit anupang kalokohan at impaktors ang humarang sa daan ko tungo sa tagumpay.
Ngayon, halos nakamit ko na ang lahat. Pero parang may kulang pa din. Sabi nga nila wag kong hanapin ang mga bagay na alam kong imposible kong makamit. Ako na din mismo ang nagsasabi na maging kuntento ako sa mga bagay na meron ako. Na maging masaya ako sa mga bagay na maaaring makapagpasaya sa akin.
Ngunit nagising ako isang araw, at naramdaman ko sa aking puso na may kulang pa pala. Naalala ko na sa pagbuhos ng mga blessings sa akin nitong mga nakaraang bwan, kasabay nito ang pananamlay ng aking pananampalataya kay Papa God. Kasabay nito ang paglayo ng aking loob sa aking pamilya. Kasabay nito ang unti-unting pagkasanay ko sa buhay na meron ako dito. Ang buhay na malaya at mag-isa. Ang buhay na walang inaalala kundi sarili ko lamang. Ang buhay na walang ibang importante --- kundi AKO lang, at wala ng iba pa.
3.8.09
1.8.09
Life and Love
My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love
him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean
against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings. My husband is my complete opposite; his
lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments
into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why? " he asked, shocked.
"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of
disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even
express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you
do it for me?"
He said: " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you
cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can
help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every
month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your
tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes
and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the
computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and
help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand
while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the
beautiful sand...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower
yet, and die ... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms;
even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It
could be the dullest and most boring form ...
Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the
relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND
THAT'S LIFE
People often goes for romantic gestures, surprises
and sweet words whispered into their ears. We fall in love and feel
loved because of these so called romantic moments.
But the truth is romantic moments cannot show how much a person loves you. They merely create the feeling of being loved.
---Just a thought to fonder. ^^,
him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean
against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings. My husband is my complete opposite; his
lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments
into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why? " he asked, shocked.
"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of
disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even
express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you
do it for me?"
He said: " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you
cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can
help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every
month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your
tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes
and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the
computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and
help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand
while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the
beautiful sand...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower
yet, and die ... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms;
even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It
could be the dullest and most boring form ...
Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the
relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND
THAT'S LIFE
People often goes for romantic gestures, surprises
and sweet words whispered into their ears. We fall in love and feel
loved because of these so called romantic moments.
But the truth is romantic moments cannot show how much a person loves you. They merely create the feeling of being loved.
---Just a thought to fonder. ^^,
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