Naiinggit ako sa mga batang naglalaro sa kalye. Hinahamon ang mga aso. Nakikipagbunuan sa sasakyan. Nakikipagaway sa patak ng ulan. Sa mga pagkakataong matagal ng naiwan ng panahon sa isip ko, ngayon ay unti-unting bumabalik. Ang mga ngiting nilalabas ng mga labi sa tuwing manonood ng Dragonballs at Eugene. Isama mo na ang mga Paynal Pantasi na tinapos ko sa Playstation na hindi naman sa akin.
Simple lang ang mundo noong late 90's at early 2k, at least para sa akin. Bakit kaya ngayon imbes na ulan ang nilalabanan ko, sarili ko na. Imbes na sasakyan ang katumbang-preso, ibang tao ang katunggali. Lahat tayo gustong maging bata. Lahat tayo gustong bumalik.
Most people would go to their friends for comfort. But I tend to stay here in my room. Contemplating the things that there were and fantasizing the things that might possibly be. As I type, I hear a crow scream in vivid delight. It makes me realize that birds, even one of the most hated ones, survive amidst there lack of faith. What more of us as humans?
Knowledge grows faster than a tree can push itself to survive. Money is spent faster than it is earned. Dreams are created faster then the time we realize that it is not true. Yet we strive for perfection, salvation and eternal peace. Do we not know that these are all but dreams? But that is exactly what makes us strong and weak at the same time, hope. We hope that things will be better the time we stop crying. Love is undying, blind, never-ending and without reasons. Education is the way. Religion is the tier.
Maybe we are right. That every decision we make constitutes to something in the future. That time and everything that fades with it is unrecoverable. That every sliced and diced flesh, every pain we endured, every tears we drank, every people we killed are just mere memories of what we tend to forget. But we then realize that if these things have already faded why do they continue to hunt us down to the very core of our slumbers? Why do they return to us as screams of degraded hope that we wish we hadn't dreamed of as much as the thoughts of mortified things we should have done?
I have never been good with words. And definitely no better with actions. How I wish that time and space are not what Einstein thought they were.
Sometimes we laugh on the deepest and most lonely times of our lives. And those times are the best among the worsts. Each faint smile gives us strength. For each smirk that we taste our own tears, we become invincible for a fraction of the second we are weak.
Simple lang ang mundo noong late 90's at early 2k, at least para sa akin. Bakit kaya ngayon imbes na ulan ang nilalabanan ko, sarili ko na. Imbes na sasakyan ang katumbang-preso, ibang tao ang katunggali. Lahat tayo gustong maging bata. Lahat tayo gustong bumalik.
Most people would go to their friends for comfort. But I tend to stay here in my room. Contemplating the things that there were and fantasizing the things that might possibly be. As I type, I hear a crow scream in vivid delight. It makes me realize that birds, even one of the most hated ones, survive amidst there lack of faith. What more of us as humans?
Knowledge grows faster than a tree can push itself to survive. Money is spent faster than it is earned. Dreams are created faster then the time we realize that it is not true. Yet we strive for perfection, salvation and eternal peace. Do we not know that these are all but dreams? But that is exactly what makes us strong and weak at the same time, hope. We hope that things will be better the time we stop crying. Love is undying, blind, never-ending and without reasons. Education is the way. Religion is the tier.
Maybe we are right. That every decision we make constitutes to something in the future. That time and everything that fades with it is unrecoverable. That every sliced and diced flesh, every pain we endured, every tears we drank, every people we killed are just mere memories of what we tend to forget. But we then realize that if these things have already faded why do they continue to hunt us down to the very core of our slumbers? Why do they return to us as screams of degraded hope that we wish we hadn't dreamed of as much as the thoughts of mortified things we should have done?
I have never been good with words. And definitely no better with actions. How I wish that time and space are not what Einstein thought they were.
Sometimes we laugh on the deepest and most lonely times of our lives. And those times are the best among the worsts. Each faint smile gives us strength. For each smirk that we taste our own tears, we become invincible for a fraction of the second we are weak.
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NICE!
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