Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Don’t wait for tomorrow: there’s nothing better than today, right now

Don’t wait for the perfect moment: it will never come. It does not exist

Don’t wait for something to run its course: act!

Don’t wait for others to do it for you: nothing is for free

Don’t wait for acceptance: just love yourself as you are

Don’t wait to be appreciated: many people are blind…and stupid!

Don’t wait to be forgiven: just forgive yourself

Don’t wait for an apology: pride is a strong foe

Don’t wait for “the one”: he is a fantasy. You just have to believe that the one you’re with is “the one”

Don’t wait for a person to change: he’ll never change the way you wish he would and he’ll just break your heart

Don’t wait for the happy ending: it’s still going to be the end of something

Earlier today, I stood in a crowd of screaming teenagers, watching Click Five perform in

Alabang

On both occasions, while I was surrounded by a mob of fans, who could be at least 10 years younger than myself, I wondered if I have suddenly become too old for my taste in music?

I asked myself, “Am I getting old?”

But the answer came to me in just mere seconds: Of course not! I’m staying young at heart!

surprise, surprise!

who would’ve thought there was a bright side?

experience, take part

feel infinite! =)

“We will spend most of eternity thanking God for the prayers He did not answer” – CS Lewis

Thank you to my friend RJ for sending me this quote.

I feel my eternity of thanking Him begins now…

When I was younger, I learned in science class that the world turns on an axis. As a child, this was a fascinating thought since we didn’t really feel the world turning beneath our feet. Now that I am much older, I can’t help but think that the world turns faster than we would want it to sometimes… and there is no superman to turn it back so we can make things right.

What does it mean to want to turn back time: regret or fear?

“Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve”, or “been there, done that, now what next”?

Something that was said in Grey’s Anatomy has made me think. Something about how it feels bad not to get what you want…but worse not to know what you want.

According to merriam-webster.com, limbo is a state of uncertainty. It doesn’t really say, however, if there is hope that such a state would come to an end…

smile

laugh

reminisce

revel

pine

regret

dream

fear

hurt

cry

love

hate

let go…

FEEL

“

Alice

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Alice

I like where I am but sometimes I wonder if I got here deliberately or if I caught a free ride with the winds of fortune. Often I look back, not recognizing the foot prints that are my own…

When can one say that a person has reached her “breaking point”?

…When she starts to complain about the most insignificant of things

…When her default response to anything is antagonism

…When she’s taken over by lethargy

…When she finds herself often staring blankly into space

… When her legs seem to be dragging a 10 pound weight

… When nothing is of great important and everything is a nuisance

When is my “breaking point”?

… When there are less smiles on my face and laughter in my voice

… When I become disinterested and irritable

… When whining becomes second nature

… When sarcasm becomes my native tongue

… When I can’t look a person in the face

… When silence becomes my friend

I’m beginning to think that I’m a cursed driver. Not too long ago I got into an accident. I was on my way to meet my “stoned” bovine friends and right before the Bicutan exit, I accidentally hit another car. Well, that’s what he gets for making a sudden stop. It’s not my fault he almost missed the Bicutan exit. J That was in January.

Enter February. I am minding my own business, happily driving along my normal route to the office, excited to be on my way to yet another Café DDI when I met the flying man. I was driving along Zapote road and I was about to turn left towards

Alabang

Sure I can look back and laugh about it now but I was definitely not laughing when it all happened. The flying man gets into an accident on his own and just because I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, his motorcycle hits my car and he tries to put the blame on me to get me to pay for his medical bills.

It’s the last day of February, so tomorrow is a new month. I hope that these series of unfortunate accidents are not the beginning of what could be a monthly occurrence because at this point, I’m rapidly filling-up a filing cabinet of police reports.

My feet are tired for I have danced a waltz of denial for far too long. I am faced not by the moment of truth but by an eternity of truth, and from this point, there is no turning back. I see it now as it is: imperfect, askew and beautiful. My eyes are wide open and I am ready for our next dance. Take my hand. One foot in front of the other. I promise, this time it will be different because I am different.