The Wild

Rocks and Waters

A solid relationship is like a rock weathered by time. It cracks until it breaks and becomes stones. From stones to pebbles, and from pebbles to particles of sand and dust.
A dependable relationship is like water wearing the shape of its container. It changes in shape depending on the form and size of whatever it will contain, it may spill or overflow. But still keeps its name: "WATER"

We often strive to build solid relationships with our families, loved ones and friends. But little did we realize that in our strife to keep hold of what we so called CLOSENESS, we learned to seize being open for the fear of hurting them or... be rejected or abandoned by them. In our will to make them happy, we hurt them. We worked too hard to give them the best of everything, to the point that we loose touch with them. We so wanted to protect them and keep them sheltered beneath our wings, without noticing that we're holding them too tight depriving them of air to breathe. Sometimes because we thought we've known them too well, we forget to look through the mysteries behind their eyes or to listen without a trace of doubt. And before we get to notice the damage, we already found ourselves going farther... and even farther from whom we so loved dearly...

But a friendship as flowing as water does not make a lasting impression. It flows with the current, it has no definite form or shape. We trust yet we do not demand. We believe because we understand. We understand because we know. We know not because it's what we just heard or saw or thought... But because we take the time to look at them in the eyes, to touch and feel them within our hearts and without the need to hold them, our presence is felt. It is the relationship where we learn to accept and embrace our differences without condition... without pretension... And no matter what comes our way, we breakthrough unscratched... we remain FRIENDS.

To the Oldies

Once in my boredom, I took an online quizzing game that can determine how old a person is mentally. I answered each question with all honesty according to how I'd actually react on situations given. And the result? It says: "Ever heard of the saying small things amuse small minds? That's you. You have the mentality of a 3-year old kid." I should feel bad about it since I'm actually 22 now. But no. I'm even proud of it because somehow even with the small minded kid that I am, and with my very limited knowledge about things and stuff, I still try to understand situations and try to see them in different light, though in a childish way. But I still make my friends smile in my own little ways.

Now what I am trying to say is that the world of the grown-ups is so complicated that smiles and laughter are a bit scarce. And before it starts, fun has to end. Is it because their minds have grown too big that one world can no longer contain them? or Is it because their brains are too full of knowledge that makes them hang up like a virus-filled computer system making them not to function well? I mean, they're too busy with alot of stuff that they've become too tired to sort things out of what to think about what and who. Why can't it be a child's world then? A world where there isn't much complications. Where work is not work but play. Where problems and trials are faced without fear. And where there's no room for hates and doubts. It's a stress free world isn't it?

A Strengthened Devotion

It's been almost a year now since I last posted on this blog. I've been very busy these days. Anyway, it's all part of the fulfillment of a new dream. As I've said in my previous post, "One Dreamy Night"

"...as I sat there watching their performance, I felt my worth...

...I have discovered that part of me that I have never seen for 20 years, and the happiness inside me that I never thought ever exists."

That "One Dreamy Night" drove me to become the person I am truly meant to be. The child that I once been has come back to life with a renewed hope and dreams...

The annual feast of the Mother of Perpetual Help is once again coming. And as a devotion to her, I train kids from our neighborhood to perform for the said celebration.There will be dancing, singing, and some acts to be performed by those talented children, whom we believed should be the very essence of the celebration for they symbolize the child Jesus that Mary carries with her loving arms.

I want to offer my skills and talents to the Blessed Mother who once helped me find the way back when I got lost and even guided me through my way home. Her grace kept showering boundless blessings of love and harmony to my family that helped keep us stronger and intact throughout the struggles and troubles life has brought us.

Viva, to the Virgin Mary! Viva, to the ever loving Mother of Perpetual Help!

One Dreamy Night

It has been more than two weeks passed, but I still have same sweet dreams that come to visit me in my deep sleep... A dream inspired by a "dreamy night" experience... It was the 20th of May, this year, the feast of the Mother of Perpetual Help.

I was there sitting in front of the stage, watching a live performance of the talented kids in our community. It was so alive, the kids, they were singing my life! I mean, I always had my fantasies -- which were inspired by my loneliness, and a prison of my own home. And the kids, they sang the songs my soul sings for me before I go to my dream land.

Well, nothing really original, they just sang "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid, "Babrbie Girl" by Aqua, "True Colors" a version of M.Y.M.P., and "Rainbow Connection" by Leah Salonga. They even imitated the casts of High School Musical as they lipsynched "Fabulous".

But what made the night really dreamy, is that as I sat there watching their performance, I felt my worth... being director and trainer isn't that easy. And seeing them improve that much, and hearing the crowd who didn't know I was the director of the show speak of good feedback about the performers, I really felt so... ACCOMPLISHED! I have discovered that part of me that I have never seen for 20 years, and the happiness inside me that I never thought ever exists.

I have always dreamt of being a veterinarian, since I was very little. But that night, I was not a vet, but I saw my life flashed before me, and then I knew...

The Girl Beneath the Tree

Life has been so harsh on me these days. I feel so troubled with how things come to happen to me. I could even hardly find time for myself. My schedules suddenly changed affecting my routines and lifestyle. Until one night, as I was walking on my way home (as I used to do everytime I feel troubled -- my way of taking a moment), I saw a girl just at my age sitting at a rock beneath a tree. I wondered, why would a girl be there in such a dark, cold night? To my curiosity, I went to approach her. Before I was able to say a word, She looked up to me. And to my surprise, I found out that she was the lively performer (singer) at the bar where I went with my friends the other night. But the liveliness was gone... her eyes, they were as cold and dead as the night. So, I decided not to say a word and just sit beside her. It wasn't anything that I meant, I just felt like wanting to be there and sit in silence.

Sometimes, words wouldn't be enough to reach out. And that "sometimes" happened to me. I don't know if it was me trying to reach out to help her, or if it was me reaching out to her knowing I was also as dead (inside) as she was.

I was just reaching out...