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Check your account.

There’s a wisdom quote we usually hear that says: In life, it doesn’t matter where you came from or where’s your final destination, what matters is how you go about the journey. And today, I realized how foolish it is.

Human life is a straight line. It begins in Point A, the day you were born, and ends in Point B when you die. Those two are the main elements of your breathing time. The people with you during those events are those who will be relevant in your life’s adventure. 

In your early years, you were probably surrounded by your family. And when you are nearing death, you expect your spouse, children and friends to be by your bedside.

It is important to know where you came from. If you were born poor, use it as inspiration to work hard and live a better life. If you were born rich, appreciate how blessed you are and be affectionate with those in need. The way you will want to go through with your life is set from the beginning. It’s when you envision your dreams and condition your goals. Of course, your aspirations should not be limited on the things you want alone but consider as well the needs of people in your life. 

At the end of it all, observe the persons around you. These people are the ones you gained through the years, and the ones who stayed through it all. They are the people who never left your side during your brightest and even the darkest days.

What gives value in your life is not the material things, not even your experiences. It’s your people. They are your life’s treausure.

The next question is – how rich are you? It’s time you reflect and count how much you have in your life’s account. 

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Guide to Survival 101

To put Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution simply, it says that only the fittest will continually live on this universe. Gladly, humans are considered to be the highest form of all organisms. Above other creatures, we are the smartest. We learned how to defend attack of the wildlife, and how not to go too deep under the ocean and disturb the unfriendly sea animals. We progressively created medicines that heal diseases. We also amazingly send people on the moon and conquer other planets. Humans were able to discover the wonders of life and non-life, and answer the questions “why”.

But.. what does it really take to survive in this life? Is it being smart, just what humans are trying to prove since that great explosion of colliding stars? Is it being strong enough to shield and protect ourselves from sickness? Is it being too cautious and safeguarded to eliminate unexpected dangers?

We were able to outlast storms, earthquakes, and other disasters. Countries were able to rise as a nation from these apocalypse with the help of one another, and seeking assistance from others. And that’s the secret to endure life and continue living.

No one is truly alone. Nobody can pull through anything with himself only. It might be hard to admit sometimes but we need help. Even if you were smart, strong and chary, you would still need someone to help you climb up when you’re trapped in a dark well. Remember it doesn’t take a single person to win a war. 

If you feel the weight of this world is resting on your shoulders, call a friend and share with him your miseries. Or if you feel like noone’s really there, don’t forget about the One above us. He’s the one with the biggest helping hand.

Be generous in helping people in need, and don’t be afraid to ask for it. It’s a call of life. 

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Don’t Dare Trust Me

Trust.

A powerful thing, sometimes more prevailing than love. It can burn down bridges, or it can help you move mountains. It takes hard work to earn it, and a diminutive mistake to collapse it.

It’s an imperative key to a harmonious relationship, any of its kind. It’s having faith to someone, beyond words, beyond your own understanding. It’s when you surrender everything – the things you know and things you will never know. It’s yielding 100% confidence, even if they hurt you.

But the truth is, trust should not be definite to a person. Because humans are fragile and inconsistent.

So don’t just believe in me. Instead have assurance in my love for you, and the commitment that I promised you. I may be weak, but my love for you is strong..

..resilient than the world’s devils, uncertainties, and doubts.

For my love, on her birthday

In this world of uncertainty

You’re the only thing that’s for sure

I may have known you for many years

But you maintain to be the most interesting person I know

You’re vulnerability when you’re with me

Is just perfect for me to unveil more of you

And I will never get tired of finding what’s more

Of those dreamy eyes and sweet smile

Cause we’ve got our whole lives for that

I see your soul, you see mine

Through lazy days til we build that dream house

I love you, mon amour

Have a birthday blast

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You ended things with a text

And expected me to understand

You said you will return my DVD collections

And that I should do the same with your novels

How about my heart which you promised to keep forever

And the moments we shared that you can never erase from my soul

How can you give back my love, when I offered it all on your name

Take everything you want to keep, and this pain I’m living with

astern.

He’s slumbering on his bed shirtless

I made a sound to wake him up

He sluggishly opened his eyes

And saw me behind the window

He smiled and got up to let me in

I scanned the room to admire his airplane collection

To divert myself from the heavenly physique in front of me

A trick I mastered since last summer

I know I’ve fallen for my best friend

And he’ll never see through me

Because I’m just a man on the other side of the glass

 

Photo not mine. Credits to owner.

The Brave Ones

I love you.

It isn’t a question but when people say it there’s a response expected.

I love you, too.

That’s a reply-echo only if it is true. But not in all cases. There are multiple other answers, which includes but not limited to:

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Are you kidding?

Among others, which you don’t want to be the end of.

When a person says that three-word confession, it means he’s hopeful for something in return. For his love to be reciprocated.

For most people, it is a big deal to say the L word. It is an admission of emotions, affection, and of weakness. There will be no situation if the feeling is mutual. But if not, that’s the awkward part. It is when friendships end, and when self-confidence gets flushed down the toilet. It’s when hearts get ripped off.

Saying “I love you” is taking a risk. It’s getting inside a dark room unsure of what’s waiting inside. It’s swimming in a deep blue ocean blindfolded. It’s taking the chance and being completely rejected.

But once you get the answer you wanted badly, you’ll know it’s worth the risk.

More than love itself, it takes a whole lot of courage and guts to admit your feelings to another person unsure if there will be a positive outcome or not. People who declare and proclaim their love are fearless.

Do you have what it takes?

 

 

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Me Vs. The World

Nobody showed up. It’s my 36th birthday, and nobody cares to come here and celebrate it with me.

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I’m definitely going to die alone. Which I honestly don’t mind. I’ve been by myself for as long as I can remember.

I was the valedictorian of my high school class. I received three medals during the graduation, but my parents didn’t make it. They didn’t get to see me up on the stage while the rest of my classmates applaud to my accomplishments.

I had an appendectomy five years ago. I went in and out of the hospital unaccompanied. I had no visitors, no flowers by my bed.

It wasn’t always awful. I was married for almost a year to a flight attendant named Mary. She’s pretty and smart. We tied the knot after only a week of dating. We thought it was love at first sight. Everything was going really well until she got promoted and transferred to Hawaii. I promised her I will follow after I finish Law School. The day of my flight to see her, I received a package at my doorstep. It was from her, a copy of our divorce papers. She’s still living by the shore in a beautiful house with a tall guy and two little girls.

I guess this is how my life is planned out. Me versus the World. Me alone.

I paid for the untouched food for fifteen people and went out of the restaurant. The disappointment and dismay decided to walk me home.

I passed by my old high school. It looks the same as if I never left. The signage which says “Children Crossing” is still bent. I did that when I was practicing my driving. I crossed the street and saw someone familiar sitting on the bench by the bus stop. Her black hair turned gray, and she’s wearing thick glasses now. That’s Ms. Watson, my favorite teacher. I found myself walk a little faster towards her. She then noticed me. As I get closer to her, she turned her lips for a smirk. I smiled back. She recognized me. I sat beside her and we catch up until her bus came. She got on the bus and I waved as she goes. Just then did I recall that the last time I saw her was on my graduation. Since my parents didn’t show up, she’s the one who awarded and gave me my medals. I know I have a picture of me and her during that day. I looked doomed while she’s standing on my side beaming like a proud teacher that she is. I missed Ms. Watson.

I continued my way home. I was by the hospital where I had my operation. People come and go in that building as if chasing something. Everyone seemed so busy. I felt hungry when I saw the hotdog stand on the corner. I barely touched the food on the restaurant. I ordered two german franks. As I was reaching for the ketchup, I felt a pat on my arm. I turned my back and saw a girl in white uniform. She smiled, showing two deep dimples on her cheek. It’s Suzanne. I checked her nameplate just to be sure. And I was right. This is the nurse on duty who took care of me before, during and after my operation. I remember I was frightened that day. I’m really not fond of doctors and needles. She patiently explained to me the procedure and answered all my weird questions. We said our pleasantries and talked while we eat our hotdogs. She’s on her second and I was on my third when her phone rang. She said she’s needed back in there. I paid for our orders and left. Suzanne is such a sweet girl.

I felt so full as I pace on the last block going to my house. It’s already 1 P.M. I noticed the LED “Open” light of Joe’s is on. I decided to stop by and get a beer. I saw Joe on his usual spot, behind the counter wiping glasses. This is the only bar in my area which is open at this time. I used to come here often. I walked across the bar. Joe saw me and opened my beer before I even ask for it. I sat on my favorite stool. We said hi to each other. We didn’t really talk until he handed me my third bottle. He asked, “How are you doing?”. I was a bit taken aback. It wasn’t the question, but it’s his voice. He sounded genuinely concerned. I finished my last beer before I answered him. I told him I was doing well and that I am busy with work. He told me about this upcoming Trivia Night on his bar, and he invited me to join. I suggested that to him six months ago, and I was pleased he decided to push through with it. It’s 3P.M. when I left. I was taking the stairs up to my floor when I realized how nice Joe was to me since I got that mail from Mary. He patiently listened to my heartbreaking stories when I was drunk. There was a time when I was so wasted I puked on his shirt and he had to take me up to my apartment. I thought Joe is a good guy.

I opened the door. And there I saw on my living room a banner which reads “Happy 36th Birthday” painted in blue ink. People are smiling and clapping. There they are – my parents, my brothers and their wives, my nieces and nephews, Buddy our dog, and some of my friends.

I failed to send the invitations.

 

 

Photo not mine. Credits to owner.

 

 

solitary.

Barry is minute for his age

His curly hair and round face makes him look smaller

But his eyes say otherwise

Sturdier because of the creases on his temple

 

He walks from his house to his work

Thirty minutes a day per way is no sweat

He doesn’t mind the heat and noise

Just as so he could save some more

 

He’s an exemplary employee

Everyone adores the man with a towel on his shoulder

They call him for help and everything else

But nobody really knows him beyond name

 

He comes home in an empty apartment

Cooks the chicken dinner for one

He puts a framed picture across the table

And eats alone in the dark

 

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An Angel Fell From The Sky #2/13

Frank Solanki

Mrs. Dawson is a farmer

She ploughs the field all day

Sometimes even in the night

She has a debt to repay

The angel walked up to her

Looked at her for a while

“There is something I’d like to know,”

She spoke so with a smile

“I see you in the fields all day

I see you fry bacon in your pan

I even see a ring on your finger

But I do not see your man”

“My husband,” said Mrs. Dawson

“Is off on a lonely trip

He has found his destination” she said

As she bit her lower lip

“He is in my heart and in my soul

He is in my dreams

He may be gone to never come back

But that’s not how it seems

It was a long time ago

But I clearly remember the day

I never knew a man could be slaughtered

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