I have been on a long blogging hiatus. I had to face reality as an adventure that all new graduates are forced to join. I followed different directions, took alternate routes, risked taking shortcuts and even took the 'road less traveled.'
Somehow, after a year and some, I found myself on the same spot I started in, and yet so much farther from my intended destination.
My pockets are so much lighter now, my bank account have lost substantial zeroes, and yet I am far wealthier in experience. They do say that experience is the best teacher. You just have to be able to stomach the gut-churning tuition fees. Honestly, I expected to feel pain and regret over paying the price, but somehow, I was able to find peace knowing that each peso flying out of my wallet was well worth it.
Today, despite the many turns I had to take, I am able to keep my sanity and my courage to head out and continue to find my purpose in life and what role I play in the perfect masterplan of our Maker.
It all starts with a step, right? I just think of it simply as putting one foot in front of another and praying that I'm heading the right way.
Hope you all have a resolutely happy Christmas!
Tuesday, December 11
Friday, June 1
Liberated
It's been put off for so long, but I finally reached the point where I really had to speak up for myself.
Unfortunately, I discovered nobody really listened or cared about what the difficulties I went through.
And so, I gave up optimism, waived the white flag and signed a piece of paper with a 30-day effectivity.
Hah!
This form of retreat has been the most gratifying experience. I felt like a ton of 'sama ng loob' lifted from my shoulders the moment I gave that paper to formally resign from my post.
It's liberating--a feeling I haven't felt for a long, long time.
If you still haven't felt it, let me say that I'm no-holding-back kind of happy at this point in time. :)
Unfortunately, I discovered nobody really listened or cared about what the difficulties I went through.
And so, I gave up optimism, waived the white flag and signed a piece of paper with a 30-day effectivity.
Hah!
This form of retreat has been the most gratifying experience. I felt like a ton of 'sama ng loob' lifted from my shoulders the moment I gave that paper to formally resign from my post.
It's liberating--a feeling I haven't felt for a long, long time.
If you still haven't felt it, let me say that I'm no-holding-back kind of happy at this point in time. :)
Wednesday, April 11
Finally Coming Home
With one collapsed lung and a bleeding heart, his last breath escaped from his lips. He waited for cold and darkness to swallow him, taking his borrowed life. Instead he felt something ignite inside him, spreading warmth through his body. His heart started pulsing, strength coursing in his veins, filling him with life he thought he'd lost.
Opening his eyes, he found himself standing before tall, majestic gates with spires that glistened with gold. Everything in the place emanated light, radiating like the sun. But the strange brightness did not pierce the eyes nor burned the skin. Rather it felt as though the light cleansed him, reaching into the depths of his soul.
Enrobed with light, he shone like the rest of them. Joy that he had never experienced before filled his being, rousing his undiscovered gift of song. His heart offered a melody of praise, blending with the chorus that resonated from the other enlightened beings.
He took unguarded steps in that curiously familiar place, mesmerized by the brightest Light of all. The powerful Light every corner of the place, shining brighter than anything he had ever seen—and yet, his eyes were able to see without needing to squint. He approached closer, the Light, with the kindest smiling eyes, offering an inviting glow.
In an unprecedented gesture, the Light stretched forth his arms and lovingly wrapped him in a tight embrace. In a moment, all his trepidations vanished and he felt peace blossoming from his core.
As he felt the last molecule of doubt fading into nothing, he realized he has found home, at last.
Opening his eyes, he found himself standing before tall, majestic gates with spires that glistened with gold. Everything in the place emanated light, radiating like the sun. But the strange brightness did not pierce the eyes nor burned the skin. Rather it felt as though the light cleansed him, reaching into the depths of his soul.
Enrobed with light, he shone like the rest of them. Joy that he had never experienced before filled his being, rousing his undiscovered gift of song. His heart offered a melody of praise, blending with the chorus that resonated from the other enlightened beings.
He took unguarded steps in that curiously familiar place, mesmerized by the brightest Light of all. The powerful Light every corner of the place, shining brighter than anything he had ever seen—and yet, his eyes were able to see without needing to squint. He approached closer, the Light, with the kindest smiling eyes, offering an inviting glow.
In an unprecedented gesture, the Light stretched forth his arms and lovingly wrapped him in a tight embrace. In a moment, all his trepidations vanished and he felt peace blossoming from his core.
As he felt the last molecule of doubt fading into nothing, he realized he has found home, at last.
Friday, March 2
She-creature
She stood there with a pair of menacing eyes, coffee-stained teeth, dark, cracked and parched lips, long fingers that ended with sharp, sickly yellow nails and skin that have yet to escape puberty’s curse of recurring acne.
She took one of those slender sticks of cigarette, lifted it to her waiting mouth, flicked her lighter over the tip and took a deep breathe of the sweet poison. Her shoulders slowly dropped as she closed her eyes to feel the calming effects of the gray smoke that escaped through her nostrils. Deeply, she inhaled once more through the white stick, her eyes squinting in concentration. After a brief respite, her bottom lip contorted to the left, giving way to liberate more of this sickly perfume.
I watched her every move, captivated both by fear and amazement.
Her unsettling outside appearance reflected only the outmost layer of her distorted spirit. I have never met a creature of her kind before…
She took one of those slender sticks of cigarette, lifted it to her waiting mouth, flicked her lighter over the tip and took a deep breathe of the sweet poison. Her shoulders slowly dropped as she closed her eyes to feel the calming effects of the gray smoke that escaped through her nostrils. Deeply, she inhaled once more through the white stick, her eyes squinting in concentration. After a brief respite, her bottom lip contorted to the left, giving way to liberate more of this sickly perfume.
I watched her every move, captivated both by fear and amazement.
Her unsettling outside appearance reflected only the outmost layer of her distorted spirit. I have never met a creature of her kind before…
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