insight

Try to accept things the way they are right now even if they're not exactly how you want them to be. Keep in mind that things will never be perfect. So the sooner you can learn how to be more flexible, the better! Being uncomfortable, either emotionally or physically, isn't necessarily a bad thing, anyway. There is a lot of opportunity for growth when you are struggling to make things better. If everything was easy, then attaining things wouldn't be very rewarding.

insatiable

Let me start with a smile.
I smile again and get tired.
I ponder on how to react but I never secure an answer.

then i realize.

I always take chances, but I always resort to alibis.

Let me continue with a nod.
I nod again and face the world blankly.
I inquisitively observe my surroundings, but i never find a place.

then i realize.

I always search for the best, but I always end up guessing.

Let me end this with courage.
I smile and nod again.
Realizing that I should never get tired and face the world blankly.
I should observe and ponder more to secure an answer.
I should search for chances 'cause these will hep me answer the mystery.

and finally I realize.


Life is really insatiable.
I never get contented. We never...

But once we find reasons for what's happening today.

We can start,continue and end a journey


PACKED WITH ENTIRETY

my eyesty

It has been 2 days and 15 hours since I got this mysterious sty in my right eye. And seriously, this made me stuck in my room without boggling anything but a hot compressor. Well then, this made me not attend my classes for two days, which would simply result to being penniless for the upcoming weeks. This is also the reason why I had a temporary shortchange of self-esteem and self-concept (shallow though), but it’s true. Sometimes, we get easily attached with the most convenient façade of our lives forgetting that even the smallest trick can make our lives drastically tragic.

Anyway, my sty is starting to shrink. I pulled few lashes as advised by my friends to avoid enlargement (freaky!), I don’t know if it’s really true but I still did it. My eyes are kind of getting numb for the past few hours, and I’m still wondering how and where in earth I got this. I’m scared to browse the net about this cause I might be more anxious to know some bits about this so I’m just keeping my fingers cross that I’ll get this out of my eyes as soon as tomorrow so I can go back to my normal system.

contained...

Looking back how I first turned on the switches of our fans reminds me of the circles and cycling's of my family; and perhaps, every family in this august hall. Television, lamps, radios and the likes, these signify every part of every house- bright and grand. They epitomize members of the family which illuminates a light from darkness, and fill spaces from an indefinite boarders. But guess, a family is not all these, a house like this will never place all parts to become a home. It needs walls to secure love, life, hope, and happiness; it needs a branch to stem all leaves to have a place called home.

I am a bulb, and I wondered why it took me years to realize and contain my perfect place, my prefect match pf a place called home. I was able to produce light but it appears blurry to me; I see no walls, no boarders. Right then, I thought of my father, whom I forgot to touch ever since I was a kid; reaching the loss of my energy is my mother, who pensively concealed my branches onto the walls. Years swifted fast, and I see nothing; gladly, I saw my sisters-providing me with power to nourish my senses.

From there, I contained and remained to be a bulb. Hoping that someday, I can produce a bigger light of hope to my own family; that amidst imperfections, incompleteness, shortcomings. A bulb should never stop believing that one can make a home from the smallest part of the house.

Wait, until everything is set up to have a view of your brightness.

To the graduates, be thankful of your parents, for believing in your light and showing off your brightness to everyone; a home may not be perfect for now, but you'll see, every walk is worth the travel when your with the walls and boarders, that will always secure your future, and happiness. Your parents.

To our beloved parents and guardians, thank you. For not limiting your walls to cover our weaknesses, for nourishing our stems closer to the roots of our future, for turning our switches on to illuminate our family. For never letting us down, and for providing a trail to lead us to your way.

Many times, we act like eight year old kid when problems and imperfections come our way. We fuss, fume, and frown at the daily difficulties- not knowing that years later, many of these problems will become our greatest blessings.

to a musical genius ( fulfilling a dream )

It was never easy. Yes! From his sail to master the waves of his music with his simple raft of excitement, and a vest to overhaul his talent; he remained humble. Wotking hard has been a complete challenge to compose and stand firm from innumerable strifes, and doubts. Indeed, he traveled and sung along with the rhymes of the waves, reconstructd the sinking ships of a dream until he finally established a ship to face the brightest atlantis of wonder. To play with the sirens of the herons' voices, to sprinkle a lyric in the eys of the blinded winds, and to embody a music that's ready to fulfill a dream...

to a musical genius ( realizing a dream )

Hush... A little boy is rady for a dream; with the courage to wswim a deeper pond and the confidence to hurdle an enormous travel. A look on his face reflects a desire to reach the farthest horizon. He plays the music, arranges a chord, and conducts a tone from the stones of the sea...

to a musical genius ( starting a dream )

Remember a child back in the time where the innocence of a dream strated to fluorish. A cuddly, sweet, and a bright boy who attentively listen and asks questions everytime his inquisitive ideas spark. "Wat Wat" as fondly called by his family, the second son of the the talented children of Mr. and Mrs. Misterio.

Like a duckling swimming with its mother, a boy name Jermaine slides to a dream of following a pond closer to the waters of life...