Sometimes, we tend to make words or have pranks at someone that we aren’t aware that what we do would result to something tragic.
Bullying or being bullied is quite normal while growing up. But it’s horrid knowing that nowadays, it’s one of the reasons of cutting or self harm.
Back in high school, I admit that I had bullied someone but I haven’t pushed it to the point that it destroyed someone’s confidence had caused depression. Bullying could give satisfaction, but it’s not worth it. In the end it wouldn’t do any good. So please, if you’ve been doing it. I advise you to stop. Continue reading →
He wiped his tears slowly and passionately. He sobbed for a moment, a kind of sob where loneliness lingered. He folded the letter and kissed it so tenderly.
A knock on the door echoed the room. “Mr. Nicholas Thompson?” A lady in a black executive suit came in. She hugged him so tight and he too in return.
“Can you please give this to your mother?” He beamed with great hope. Staring at the woman in front of him and reading the name tag that says Summer Jordache. He can’t believe how this precious soul had grown to such a wonderful lady. “You know you had your mother’s eyes and and smile, don’t you?”
“I know. “ She smiled and gave out a wink from her hazelnut eyes. “Don’t worry Dad. I got your spirit and heart and you know it.” She hugged him again and whispered. “I hope Mom’s gonna remember all this.”
I’m getting older now if I may tell. I counted the years that had lapsed from us and it’s 37. If fate would not be cruel enough we could already have beautiful children. I could still remember how you used to tell me that if you were to have a son, you’ll probably call him Summer. The season where we first met, isn’t it?
You’re so beautiful back then and I couldn’t certainly forget your sweet smile and your hazelnut eyes. God knows why selling ice cream in your neighborhood is the most fulfilling job of all. You asked me if I was new in the place and you never hesitated to help me finding my way. I was 19 back then and I was so in love with you.
August, I asked you out and it’s magical seeing you your brightest smile. I stopped selling ice creams that time since summer is over but I never stopped seeing you. We went to the park, talked about music and how many children you wanna have. November, you told me you’re leaving and you’re never coming back.
I could feel your pain and how it hurt us. I kissed you, probably our last kiss that time as far as I could remember and we make love. Morning came and you’re gone.
I still miss you Natasha. Your smile, your hands and the way we share ice cream.
But I owe a lot, to a lot of souls. To you, to this blog, and to myself. In which I would like to apologise, to being not there, to being non-existent, to being just a history (that if I did have a history). But yeah, I’m really really sorry.
Now let’s go back to straight talk. I’m happy to, uhmm, inform you that, well, I’m back! (Hooray!) I’ve been long and gone. It’s been a year isn’t it? I’ve been silent, probably you could say that I’m in a state-of-coma.
I lot of distractions came, occupied me, kept me busy, but I managed to now creep away from the silence.
I was looking up browsing through the Concordance to check a certain verse about Love… All through my life, I always yearn for something revolutionary; may it be an idea, principle, thought, imagination, or something like that. I love and take delight in discovering facts & truth that would surprise and definitely disturb me, positively (wink). So! Something caught my sight when I noticed a particular verse, it’s 2 Corinthians 5:15.
Check it out and help yourself.
It’s a remedy to all the problems & struggles & battles of life. And that’s what caught my attention.
“For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died in substitute for all, therefore all have died; and he died in substitute for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him, who for their sake died and was raised.” Continue reading →
Someone died so you could live, and so live that life in fullness.
He came in flesh to be nailed on the wood.
Take it literally. Take this like you’ve heard a schoolmate of yours beaten hundred times by a group of bystanders while innocently walking one saturday midnight. This schoolmate of yours had muscle-deep scratches, can’t walk anymore, had serious stabbed wound right on the liver part of his body. He had skull fracture, bloody face, barely breathing, rib fracture, back full of knife scratches. Then was finally hung on a tree while still alive. Begged for help but no one came, no one heard, no one can rescue.
Take it from there. Even Jesus suffered 10x more. Yes. It did happen to Him. The weight of helplessness was exponential. His Father had forsaken Him, cannot even look at Him.
I’ve been lost for so long, and that is nothing to be proud of. But I deliberately had a good news. I already got a job. Oh yeah! That sounds cool, right? You guys are keep on telling me to go get a life and hooray, I already got one. But it’s not just any job, it’s a cool one. Although I’m still bad at it, yet hell yeah people, I think I’m loving it. So cheers to us!
Oh another thing! Because of this new job of mine, I couldn’t able to update my blog everyday or every other day. So, I really am sorry for that. But no problem, I’ll make it sure that I could maybe update at least once a week. So how that sounds?
I guess this is for now. Just have a great jolly day everyone!
“One night Pietro Crispe sang. Macondo woke up in a kind of angelic stupor that was caused by a zither that deserved more than this world and a voice that led one to believe that no other person on earth could feel such love. Pietro Crispe then saw the lights go on in every window in town except that of Amaranta. On November second, All Soul’s Day, his brother opened the store and found all the lamps lighted, all the music boxes opened, and all the clocks striking an interminable hour, and in the midst of that concert he found Pietro Crispe at the desk in the rear with his wrists cut by the razor and his hands thrusts into a basin of benzoin.”
An excerpt from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Jose Garcia Marquez
We can’t determine what lies ahead of us. But when we truly found the very person that would mean a world to us, that’s the beginning of our spontaneous daydreamings of how we will live our life, how we design it and how we end it in the favor of love.
Love, really is not a work of fairies and dusts, that will just happen once we wish upon a star. It’s an accident or unseen course that will just appear before we know it. It will just be there sitting comfortable on the sofa of the living room, not daring to knock, not asking for permission to enter. Bearing bags of pleasure, pains and tragedies. This is reality, love is a general thing that even makes my own perception of it unreliable. But that’s how I look at it, and that’s how I believe.
Our ability to care, to wonder what will happen of us and do things in the desires of our heartwill wheel us to consequences usually what we haven’t transpired. In the process, it’s painful and gratifying, much as what we needed to grow and mature. But in the end, it’s a two faced embrace of whether a heartache or happiness. And what’s more terrible, it’s a tragedy that whether we like it or not, will always have its casualty.