“I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.”
Before I eat another cookie, I would like to say thank you to all the gods and deities who made this week a little extraordinary than my daily routine. Reminding me that I have a 24-hour right to breathe and to forget about all the turmoils. And it made me think somehow. It made me think of good things.
Somebody asked me, what’s your wish on your special day? I answered:
Maybe it humored him a bit and asked again, what’s your wish? For yourself. And I answered:
I wish for everyone’s peace of mind. Because that will help them to regain health.
I wish for my inner peace so I can extend myself more to others.
Few months ago, I spoke to one of my colleagues (she’s a good friend too) in the balcony where I usually drench myself at lunch. She said looking at the skyline, she wanted to make a dent and to create a change. It’s a great thought, I’d say. And I told her to pursue her dreams. She’s continuing her studies now and I hope for all the blessings and odds to be on her side. She’s a good kid.
And it made me think…
I also want to make a dent. But not that big. Nor to create a change in large scale.
My lifetime will never be enough:
But a simple dent to someone’s heart.
A dent that couldn’t change everything but could remind that person from time to time that it’s okay.
That it’s okay to eat pizza with a lot of pepper. That it’s okay to drink Chuckie even if you turn 80. That it’s okay to cry in public. That it’s okay to be hurt. (Because sooner or later it will be okay.) That it’s okay to get nightmares. That it’s okay to get tired. (Simply because we’re human.) That it’s okay to get crazy in love. It’s okay to commit mistakes. (As long as you treat it as a friendly reminder the next day.) That it’s okay to be in pain. (It strengthens your soul.)
It’s okay. It’s okay because that’s how life works.
(And I just used the word “okay” thirteen times. Haha)
I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.
Thank you for all the greetings! God bless you all. 🙂
**And why Vagabond? Wala lang. Gusto ko lang yung word. Haha It describes exactly my thoughts. Blog ko naman ‘to kaya walang pakialamanan sa titulo.