No title, just me and that stupid part (and my happy thoughts :) )

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“Because unanswered questions are answered by prayers..”

It’s been years, two? three? or even more than that. This melancholic photos of rolled mini letters taken few years ago..(na parang mga binilot na smoke, yes, mga sulat po yan. Mga sulat na di na nakarating sa dapat paroonan.) And people in cliche thoughts, there are a lot of things that are better left unsaid. But for years I’ve been yearning for answers however I know there’s none. Or probably, I was just too naive and too hopeless to make myself believe that there would be responses to those questions.

Questions. And the “better left unsaid”.

Was it too much to ask for you to answer simple questions?

I didn’t get that. And I don’t get it still. The thought of leaving people hanging on unanswered questions is just so stupid. Wow, I can’t believe I can say that now. The “stupid” part. haha Yes it is. And from that day, I realized I’d be living this life seeking for answers..at nahanap ko na ang sagot sa mga tanong ko. Ang iba nahanap ko sa basurahan, ang iba sa putikan, ang iba sa itaas ng kisame. (ay wala palang kisame ang bahay namin.)

From then on, I promised to myself that I would try my best to answer every f@#$%&* single question that is thrown to me. No. I won’t be sorry for that. The f@#$%&* part. (mga three times kung nirevise kung bubuuin ko ba ang salitang yan o lalagyan ko nalang ng konting art haha.) I can’t say it is a bold thing to do. But answering questions somehow lightens the world’s deepest sorrows. Naniniwala ako dun. At patuloy kong paniniwalaan yun.

Hindi isang laro ang pagtatanong..hindi isang laro ang kagustuhang malaman ang isang bagay na nagdadala ng kalituhan sa isipan ng isang tao. Sa bawat tanong na walang kasagutan ay nagbibigay daan sa sinasabi nating kalungkutan.

The chaos brought by unanswered questions ratifies endless grief and poor life navigation. Sino ka, para sirain ang direksyon ng buhay ng tao dahil lang sa kagustuhan mong iwanan ng nakatiwangwang ang tanong niya? Sino ka para sabihing hindi na kailangan pang malaman ng tao ang sagot? Sino ka para makapanakit ng tao?

Nevertheless..people learn. People adapt. People change. And people get better. People move on. Hindi sila para mabuhay sa iniwan mong tanong. Sa tanong na kayang hilumin ang sugat ng kahapon. Sa tanong na kayang sagutin ng panahon at ng pagkakataon.

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“Because unanswered questions are answered by prayers..”

It’s a lovely day, isn’t it? 🙂

Mama: Oo, maganda ang araw ngayon, kaya maglinis ka!

HAHAHAHAHA spoiler, kakahiya naman sa nanay ko. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

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Promissum: A lesson to ponder about

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Ang sabi niya special ako, pero asan na yung sinabi niyang special..wala. wala na. Siguro, hindi naman talaga ko ganun ka-espesyal. Pero matagal na yun. Gusto ko lang ibahagi sa lahat kung gaano kahalaga ang salitang pangako.

Pangako.

Masyadong kumplikadong salita. Hindi ito katulad ng tissue sa banyo na madalas ginagamit para punasan ang dumi ng likuran mo. Hindi ito katulad ng tsinelas na araw araw mong gagamitin at makikita mo nalang laspag na, at kailangan mo na naman bumili ng bago kasi kapag hindi, masasaktan ka lang..I mean yung paa mo. :))

Sana huwag tayong bibitaw ng pangakong maglalaho na parang bula. Dahil ang pangako ay hindi lang basta isang salita..ito ay parang mahiwagang lagusan ng pagtitiwala.

Yung ipinangako sa’yo na after mo makaipon ng 1000 points, makukuha mo yung libreng 3-in-one na kape sa tindahan ni Aling Marie!! pero ano? Wala. Hindi na raw covered yun sa pangakong points. Saklap.

A promise.

It’s like a dagger. Straight to your heart. It will either  catch your heart forever or once the dagger is taken off, it will cause you pain.

-haha pag nabasa mo ‘to brad, sabihin mo bitter. Hindi. 🙂 hindi na. 🙂 haha throwback ‘to. Please. haha kairitaaa

Roseus

 

 

 

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Image Source: Heikoworld

 

The Pink Rose

 

I saw a pink rose in the wild

With the softest sway, it can bend

Thorns intertwined her soul

With the slightest prick, it can shed

Wild grass surrounds its ground

With the thunder like hands

It makes her succumb, and bring her down…

But the wild, flower just sway and move

Without hesitation, it humbles herself

Unlike the wild, raging grass,

It cripples the heart of the rose like trash.

 

-para sa isang kaibigan at para sa lahat ng may puso. luh 😀