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.

Dec 17, 2007

A Woman's Light

The Woman more often fights with those she loves than with those she does not care about.

The Woman who shields her love ones is never overthrown by the turmoil of living. Her light is strong enough to shine through thick clouds of struggles and shares that light to others.

She, however, is often confronted with inevitable circumstances humans call trials but for her is just a variety of blessings. She tries to transfer these thoughts to her kin, that when her soul may part from her body, somebody else’s light will continue to scintillate. In so doing, she inflames her family and friends into discussion. Mind versus mind. View versus view. Until her mind is no longer hers but her family’s. Until her view is no longer just her own, but her friends’, too.

The Woman establishes her stand and proves her worth through her words, every inch manifested in the life that she lives. And everything follows. Every piece fall into their right destined places.

“Why do you take the trouble in doing that?” asks a bystander, “When the world is a many-faceted evil. What you do is just a grain in a vast ground.”

“Indeed I am just a grain but I belong to a greater ground. If I would just expose myself into the heat without using this heat to transform me into something of greater value, then you shall not be wearing that diamond necklace.”, replies the Woman.


Then she added, “And Sir, hope you do know that minerals form in mass that starts in a single grain sharing to its neighboring grain the power of the heat.”

1 comment:

Marjo said...

The picture is by crescentsi on flickr.