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Yet confessions are not to be kept.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Beautiful in Flight




It was a very boring Sunday when I sank my head under my pillow, thinking deeply of things that could somehow lift my spirit up. I hate being bored because I used to be a very hyperactive kid. I flipped up some DVD's to search for some worthwhile movies but I ended up lying on the couch again. 

Then suddenly, my nephew, Jimmy,  asked me to take him out to the mall. "Sounds like fun", I thought to myself. 

We strolled around the mall the whole afternoon. Still bored, I thought of bringing the kid to the supermarket to buy something to eat. Jimmy suddenly pulled my jeans when we came across a pet shop. The kid obviously wanted to see some animals so I took him in.

Moments later, I found Jimmy looking intently at a beautiful and colorful bird. I asked him if he wants me to buy him the bird. But he said, "The birds here are all beautiful, but aren't they more beautiful if they are flying free in the sky?"

I always knew Jimmy to be a  jolly and playful kid but I never know he had such wisdom for a young boy. The kid didn't just save my money from being spent but he broke the cage of idleness that has been imprisoning me the whole day. 

"That's right kid", I replied. "The best thing you can give to a beautiful creature is freedom."

"And that freedom adds to its beauty", He added.

Sometimes, we want things for ourselves. We want them badly that we will do anything just to get it. But the more we want to get it, the more it loses its beauty.

It's no use forcing ourselves to endeavor things that find its happiness on other things. You can't appreciate the beauty of the thing you love if you place it behind bars. 


In the same way, you can't imprison someone in your heart when he or she finds happiness in someone else. Letting go may be hard but it's harder to force yourself in a preoccupied heart.

Love gives freedom. Be happy to give the one you love some freedom, freedom to be happy. 

Birds are more beautiful in flight.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Will You Ever Cease?

How long are you going to continue running away from the horrible past that you yourself had made? You said that you have changed for the better but you turned out to be worse than you are before. Look at the things you have made. Look at the lives you have destroyed. Aren't you happy enough to see people suffering because of your selfishness?


You want to get the things you truly desire but you want to show me that you are generous.Take off your mask! What's your true identity? Why should you disguise yourself just to please me? You please me just to hurt me in the end. You lift me up just to throw me down from the peak. How long will you keep beating me down?

How many lies have you thrown at me? You made me believe that you truly desire to make me happy. How many promises have you broken so far? You say things with your mouth and throw them away as if you have never uttered them. Your promises are useless. They are noise in my ear.



You thought you own everything? Do you think I couldn't live without you? Don't think that I am helpless because I don't need any of your help. It's not you that's holding my life. 


The easier you said that I'm the only one that you have desired, the easier you went to your lovers and do to them what you did to me. Where has your dignity gone? Do you even have that just once? 


Despite the things that you have done to me, I still want to take care of you. I don't want to see you hurt but I will punish you with all my might. I want you to return to me. I was there when you were down. I brought you up from shame. I clothed you when you were naked. 

Come back to me. Return to me and I will return to you. Say sorry and I will remember your faults no more. You have been unfaithful. But behold! I am faithful. 


Come back to me. I am waiting for you. 


I love you.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

When Memories Fade to Nothing

I already have experienced mourning for someone who is still alive, still moving and still breathing...

Losing ones memories of what you used to be seems to be an epilogue of death. You forget your age, where you live,  the people you are close with and acquaintances, and basically all the past events that happened in your life. You are born right directly to your present age unaware that you already have spent some time alive, a "before-life".

It's a tough break and a very hard thing to accept. Watching someone you love who have lost his or her memories would really move you to be compassionate. It's also sad when he or she forgets that you used to know each other and were really close friends.You would miss the friend you used to know and who used to know you too. That friend may be present around you but you still would wish that he or she might get those memories back so that you can reconnect with each other once again. A part of you would think that your friend have died even when he or she is still alive. Your friend has died along with the memories.

What then can you do if the memories can never be brought back? Well, friendship can always be renewed. A real friend is someone who is willing to give up his life for his friend. Start all over again. 

Memories don't last forever. They fade and die. They are just a part of the mortal realm. There is no hope in memories for they are just temporary things.

There is one memory though that would never fade -- the very Word of God. It is eternal. There is hope in clinging to it. Even if the memories of the world go down to the depths of oblivion, the memory in God's mind would never cease to exist.