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.

Nov 12, 2007

Bookworm's Pick 3: Happy Endings

Don’t come swooning at this one, running for a copy in the bookstore just to have a taste of those butterflies fleeing about your tummy when you were in teeny high, like the ones I used to have even with the mere sight of my crush’s extra-ordinary audio flippers!

This one according to FHM is not like that "kilig" you’ll probably find when a Juday-Ryan pair up is in the mix. The title is part of the literary compilation of short fiction by Luis Joaquin Katigbak, which usually tells about reinvented identities, emotional conflicts and Wednesday afternoons.

Argh! Tuesdays with Morrie and first Friday masses for me. Maybe with this one, as I sense it would, will make us realize that love is not all happy endings. That love has many faces. That love can either make or break us. Or even reinvent who we are. Or just yet, pursuit for happiness does not rely on happy endings but happy struggles because happiness is not a destination; it is a way of life. We may find happiness but life doesn’t end there. We move on. And in moving on, we meet failures and heartaches and more of pain’s other features. And so our struggle continues. Life continues.

Happy endings?

I bet my head on that if you can find me… if there is such… in this realm, of course.

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