I.

Somehow

I write to an audience that doesn’t reply (but I always keep receiving reviews which is really overwhelming). I don’t get much shares or reblogs. But I like the idea that people read them regardless.

It’s okay if you don’t post that button, but I hope my writings give impact to someone, whether good or bad, it’s good to know that someone out there was moved by my words.

I just want to make you feel the spectrum of emotions.

Wish

If I could wish upon a star

I’d wish to be taken somewhere far

Away from people who pretend to care

Away from people who want to love but don’t care

If I were to find a four leaf clover

I’d wish to start this life all over

Rewrite my mistakes of the past

Rewrite mistakes I learned to regret so fast

But all I have are broken mirrors

and innocent black cats

A mind full of antique memories and old acts

An empty space with no love to share

And people,

People who pretend to care

words

one is made of letters

properly sequenced,

in an order

to be able to deliver its meaning.

layered with tissue,

capable of breaking

and while a heart that can beat,

look alive

and still be empty

at the same time,

there are words that sprouted

from metaphors,

rhymes,

that are nothing less than

ironies.

beautiful

yet

meaningless.

Bye 2017, Hello 2018

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I haven’t posted anything lately because I have been so busy.

Thank you 2017 for the ups and the downs. Thank you for making me feel best and worst at the same time.

I am the kind of person who doesn’t ask for too much but hey, God is good for giving me just the right amouny of everything.

Thank you for making me realize that I am starting to live my life…. again

2018,

bring it on.

Series of Love

 

There’s a series of love: the beginning, the middle and the end.

People always say that beginnings are beautiful, where everything doesn’t need any lengthy explanations. You would always find the word “connection”. It is the one that people look up to among thousand faces. It is something to behold, but need.

In the middle of the story you would find disconnection, where everything is written in reverse. People hate this but this is a vicious cycle you couldn’t avoid, really; some loneliness, sleepless night, the void, the ease of pain, the muse, you expect things would be easy because you couldn’t see what’s there behind the middle part and what’s coming to you like some small steps that are trying to approach where you stand.

The middle is your best tutor, but humans hate to slow down. Flooded with things that others always said it would be alright and worth in the end. And “sooner” is only a delightful rhythm. Imagination heals them but once they wake up, story would be looked at in different angle. In one of the days of the middle, life changes you direction. Day by day, you would get realizations of each parts that you’ve been struggled; you avoid regrets; you get over the ponder and some sadness. As the end of the middle approaches, no matter how blurry the future is, you validate the thought of “I deserve to be loved again”.

And little by little, minutes to seconds, the end would visit, a reminder of the past you forgotten and half-remembered. The most promising scene, maybe the last appears in the question by strangely asking: “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

FIND JOY IN EVERY SINGLE DAY

“The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.”

                            -Jean Jacques Rousseau, Emile (1762)

We all suffer something in our lives and sometimes, we becomes miserable to the point of thinking that living this life isn’t worth it anymore.

When we speak of “the good life”, what we mean by that is a life where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, the natural becomes miraculous, and the everyday becomes unique.

The everyday may seem to be made up only of small things, but let us believe in details. Every time we choose to embrace life, we are putting our best and truest face forward.

Have a nice day! 🙂