Burn Out

Let's keep this short.

There is no such thing as people burning out. There is such a thing as people realizing that they are not passionate about what they're doing.

They Just Keep Falling

What things keep on falling?

Leaves. Leaves just fall off from trees sometimes. They run dry, they lose their hold. They fall, along with their stem. Leaves fall.

Stars. We call them falling stars, but in truth they are meteors falling from the sky. Mostly a symbol of hope; it prides itself of granting the wishes of men.

Tears. They fall from the eyes. Sometimes because of joy; mostly because of pain, of heartache. Just as the water falls from the falls (yes, waterfalls).

People. People fall in love they say. Sometimes the purest of hearts are also deceived; they fall victims to the mischievous many. However smart, however kind... people just happen to fall.

Some things just happen to keep on falling.

Happy Mother's Day, Mama!

Hi Mama! Happy Mother’s Day!

You’re probably reading this during a time past Mother’s Day here in the Philippines. But say what, it’s still Mother’s day in the other parts of the world. Besides, a day is actually not enough to express how thankful we are to you. Our saying thank you is a continuous process. We say it not only on Mother’s day, but every time we feel blessed to have you as our Mama.

Other people may be out of words to say how thankful they are to their mothers. Speechless, they say. The otherwise is the case for me. Well, perhaps I come to the point of being speechless too, but it only is because it would take more than a thousand words to express how happy and grateful I am for you. You may not be the perfect Mom, but you are the Mom rightfully given by the Lord to me because we both fit for each other.

Thank you for being a mother, Mama. Despite the occasional ‘sagutans’. Haha. Really seldom, they are. And they don’t grow big, because like Papa, I don’t speak. Haha. But I tend to forget about them because we have better memories than bad.

Thank you for all the happy moments. Your baking make us all happy.

Thank you for the gift of cooking. Now, Megs and I beat you at that! Haha. Well, you happen to admit it yourself so there is no arguing to this. But really, thank you for the gift of food.

Thank you for the values – for the principles of honesty, generosity and sacrifice. I may happen to still fail at them sometimes but I believe I fair well compared to the other kiddos out there. Haha.

Thank you for the gift of intelligence. I seldom admit that I am intelligent (because I don’t really enjoy bragging about it), but your genes and Papa’s are something I am thankful for. I hope you also gave me the gift of height though. Haha. Kidding!

Thank you for the gift of faith, for sharing me your love for God that I may learn to love him too.

I seldom say this Mama, but I really thank you and love you.

Confusion at its Finest

How can you sort things

When you are not even sure of yourself?

When what you like and you don’t

When what you want and you hate

Is not even clear to you?

How can pain exists

When you tried so hard to guard yourself?

When you have built a barricade

When you have covered yourself

So hurt won’t pain the slightest of you?

How can things be so unclear

When they are as simple as can be?

When the things that are easy to understand

When the things that are easily afront

Are hard for you to take?

How can one’s heart be discerned

When one’s heart is unsure?

When a heart has been covered, barricaded

When it has been hurt and has grown weary

Is it even possible to call it a heart?