Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
Mortals, we're truly mortals. Our body decays, there's no such thing as the fountain of youth. When Pope John Paul II died a year ago (his first death anniversary was just celebrated), we are reminded that everyone (even the pope) dies. We grow old, and that's for certain. Our body goes back to dust. If you feel sick, or something not good in your body, your are reminded of this. This phenomenon tells us that we are going somewhere, some mission, but not a place. Heaven or hell is not a place. It could be a state of our soul where there is no way out. And what should we do? We have to be prepared, always prepared. If not, that "somewhere" will be forthcoming. Now, we're getting older, and that's for sure. Now, you realize time is of the essence. For now, you feel strong, a few precious moments from now, or some days or years from now, you will not be that strong. Can you turn back the hands of time? Only your imagination can do it. But while you're still breathing, try changing your course. Make sure you're going "somewhere" that will last. |
We have to say goodbye to some things, and welcome new ones. In my years in this world of the humans, I have fairly discovered that I get closed and attached to things and circumstances, to the environment. It's very difficult to depart from or get unattached to something that you have been used to. This also connects to our own mortality. What if there were no such thing as death? Nobody will get out or depart from this world, why? Imagine if you are really attached to your wealth, you will never reach something that you were purposed for. Imagine if God did not invent death, there would have been no heaven. Everyone, and everything, must die, to get unattached to something, some events and circumstances, or to a fellow creature or human. |
Grasp time, take hold of it, every minute, every second, every bit of time, for there'll be no other like it. In a split second, everything will be completely different. This is one of the wonders of nature, one of the most unique invention of God, other than man - time. You make a step or movement, or just be still, then think, allow your mind only to work by thinking, then after a while, you'll realize everything becomes different. In the other world, when we die, there is no more time. This could be eternity, when there is no more time. We will not anymore be affected by time. Unlike this life, when there yesterday, today, and tomorrow. This is miraculous and very interesting. Go ahead, scratch your head, then pause and think. It's different again. After you scratch your head, some idea may come into your mind, and you say you have to work. Same with situations. Look at your wife, or your son or daughter, or someone very close to you. Stay close, for at another moment, you might not see them again. Pray, pray that time will pass you by. |
The long drought is gone. The rains poured in so much I almost drowned. Maybe next time I'll long for the drought For the rains have come, never stopped. What will happen to the trees? Will the flowers bloom with much water? A plant can't survived in a pot filled with water. Will man live with water and no drought? Let's see, pamper a baby With love and care, from birth To childhood, to adulthood, Will he live as a man? |
These past few days, I got some reminders, reminders for the soul, though they came in the form of sickness. I only come to pray, ask God some miracle, and the intercession of the Virgin Mary, only when I'm sick. Maybe, this is normal. But maybe, too, this is God's own doing. He doesn't want me to divert to other things. When I get so immersed with material pursuits, there goes my body, surrendering. But at first, I don't surrender. I don't totally surrender, until such time that I have to lie down and look up, and see Him. That is His way. |
Yes, success is not what you literally aimed for, but how you felt about it. Success is in the heart. Contentment! Feeling of not to worry over small or big things! Feeling of just being relaxed, sitting under the apple tree (there are no apple trees around), and just thinking of being free. I think that's success. We should stop thinking and striving to the bones to be able to attain something unattainable, just to say you're a success. Of course, striving must be always a part of a writer's quest, to publish his work and be seen and read by others. For me, I feel contentment after I have read something I have finished. That is success! |
Some good things happened these past few days. An online magazine is offering to publish some of my works on line. It's free but I think this is still positive and very inspiring. My stint at WDC is nearing to an end, I hope somebody will donate some gift points for my upgrade. But if this happens, meaning if my upgrade expires, I'm on my own. Anyway, it was a great time and joy working with WDC. Working, yes, and learning a lot. It's like I was enrolled in online school. Really learned a lot. Thanks WDC! |
You're in the middle of... something. Your five-year-old comes to you, in haste, telling, "Mommy, mommy, I want to sleep beside you and daddy." "Okay, darling," you say, "but only after what daddy and me are doing." "What are you and daddy are doin'?" "We're pray'n, honey?" In the morning, again you're in the middle of... something. She, your five-year-old, comes to you, this time crying. "Mommy, mommy, why did you transfer me to my bed last night?" You didn't prepare for this, still you answered, "Oh darling, because that's your bed. You've got to be sleeping in your bed, you know." "You're prayin' again?" she asks, still mad. "Well... yes, thanking God for answerin' our prayer last night." "You pray with daddy in the evenin', and in the mornin', under th' blanket, kissin' each other?" |
A few more weeks, a few more days, and I'll be out. I don't know how to say, but I have to bid goodbye again. My upgrade will expire by the last day of March. Well, I learned a lot from WDC. And I do not want to beg anymore. Enough is enough. My time is up. Just what Enrile said to Marcos, "Your time is up." Everything has an end. |
This is too late, but I have to update my blog. It might not be too important for blog readers, but it has to be to me. This is a diary. Someday God will bring this up to me, and say to me, "Look what have you done?" Rewinding of the past events by Someone up there to let us learn and know our sins is always a possibility. This is my advice to anybody who may have read this: always count the past. |