Choices

When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)

When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)

When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)

And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)

And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)

My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.

Oct 23, 2007

Praise of a Woman

A Woman, after praising the power that created her, appreciates others, oftentimes, more than herself.

Michael and Gabriel fight over her on who must stay as her look out. Then both angels would agree – compromise the day and time of day they would take charge.

Envious onlookers would say, “She’s not worth it.” But the Woman hears beyond what words speak of.

That is why before the sun bids goodbye, she walks the road to herself, encloses all that has been in her solitude and praise God for the bounty He has endowed her.

She too never fails to remember friends, no matter how long her list may be, she names them one after the other, in no particular order or rank… patiently… for she recognizes the wisdom that uplifted her.

Then her day ends in perfect harmony with God’s plan and time.
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