I know that you are there.
But it seems you don't bother.
Could it be him?
Or chances are really slim?
Everyday it is about you.
And I don't know what to do.
Losing you is the last.
Don't want to be a past.
Help me out please.
Where in this space?
I am loving...
I am longing...
And, I am hurting...
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Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
My Little Prince
You came from somewhere with questions in your mind and a peal of laughter. I too have my own set of questions which you pointed to me that things should not only be dealt as a matter of consequence that can bring forth important to our own selves only. It is most important that we understand how even the minute of things are playing an important role in our existence.
It is in this desert of humanity that we have fought our ways forward. Defying what should have been uncommon and going against the tides that this planet brings. It was a journey for you and I was stranded in this desert on Earth. You have been into other planets dealing with a misgiving, a misfortune, a realization perhaps or a wound in some. You wished to be healed as you are looking for something to protect your own rose. I was stranded in this desert - again, and you believe I can be your solace. That you can empower me with every authority that you have. I should have stomped my feet at the onset. But what deferred me? It is your peal of laughter that amazed me, that caught me, to be with you, to shelter you. It should have been otherwise as you have the authority over me - the command that a solitary man possesses having endured the various planets that you have been into.
Have you mentioned to me how much you loved your rose. A sheep is nearby and we took turns in criticizing what should be appropariate for your sheep - a sly plan so that you can still have your rose back when you go home.
The rose indeed is a proud flower. She has you under its spell. She has you under its fragrance, But yes, the thorns will always be there. You dare not pluck them because you fully believe that it can protect your rose from your sheep. But, do you think the sheep will be so overempowering that the thorns will be nothing apart from a slight tinge of pain when swallowed? My Little Prince, I dare not bend over your thoughts. Innocence, hesitation, or perhaps respect, between you and your rose. Despite how fragile your position is, I still got you in my hands. I still got you against the snake or have I been with you when you were with a fox.
My Little Prince, the fox is right. What is essential is invisible to the eye. And, perhaps the flower must have loved you, but, that same flower is the same as a myriad of flowers on this earth. Sure, you get yourself a glass globe, but remember, a flower can just be in any sidewalk, common, and, you have the full choices. Lukcy is your flower who have received care, love, passion whilst, for me, it is all but a refuge that I should take as a role - wholeheartedly.
And you wander. In this desert, wishing to be back to your flower perhaps, wishing to find for that sheep, or those volcanoes you have. My Little Prince, as you walk, I can borrow that line from your flower, I do not want to see you crying, I too am a proud one, but I will never hesitate to show to you my tears. These tears in desert caused by that water that we had from the well. Rendezvous it is.
These footsteps you had in the desert will be weathered in no time. But I know, maybe, somewhere, as I sit in this desert, you might just be in another desert too, still far from your flower. Should I wsh to be with you? Yes! Should you wish to be with your flower? I will continue staring in this night sky, remembering your peal of laughter, that innocence in you, or perhaps those worry lines in your forehead. I will long for that day that I can wipe them out and let my fingers brush over your hair as you sleep soundly.
Should I ask someone to send me a word? No more. I know you are there My Little Prince. I know you are still in the desert. That flower is in the glass globe. Should I ponder if that flower has been eaten by the sheep? There is no leather strap in its muzzle. I wonder.
My Little Prince, this is for you...Please come back in the desert...We have a well waiting...
It is in this desert of humanity that we have fought our ways forward. Defying what should have been uncommon and going against the tides that this planet brings. It was a journey for you and I was stranded in this desert on Earth. You have been into other planets dealing with a misgiving, a misfortune, a realization perhaps or a wound in some. You wished to be healed as you are looking for something to protect your own rose. I was stranded in this desert - again, and you believe I can be your solace. That you can empower me with every authority that you have. I should have stomped my feet at the onset. But what deferred me? It is your peal of laughter that amazed me, that caught me, to be with you, to shelter you. It should have been otherwise as you have the authority over me - the command that a solitary man possesses having endured the various planets that you have been into.
Have you mentioned to me how much you loved your rose. A sheep is nearby and we took turns in criticizing what should be appropariate for your sheep - a sly plan so that you can still have your rose back when you go home.
The rose indeed is a proud flower. She has you under its spell. She has you under its fragrance, But yes, the thorns will always be there. You dare not pluck them because you fully believe that it can protect your rose from your sheep. But, do you think the sheep will be so overempowering that the thorns will be nothing apart from a slight tinge of pain when swallowed? My Little Prince, I dare not bend over your thoughts. Innocence, hesitation, or perhaps respect, between you and your rose. Despite how fragile your position is, I still got you in my hands. I still got you against the snake or have I been with you when you were with a fox.
My Little Prince, the fox is right. What is essential is invisible to the eye. And, perhaps the flower must have loved you, but, that same flower is the same as a myriad of flowers on this earth. Sure, you get yourself a glass globe, but remember, a flower can just be in any sidewalk, common, and, you have the full choices. Lukcy is your flower who have received care, love, passion whilst, for me, it is all but a refuge that I should take as a role - wholeheartedly.
And you wander. In this desert, wishing to be back to your flower perhaps, wishing to find for that sheep, or those volcanoes you have. My Little Prince, as you walk, I can borrow that line from your flower, I do not want to see you crying, I too am a proud one, but I will never hesitate to show to you my tears. These tears in desert caused by that water that we had from the well. Rendezvous it is.
These footsteps you had in the desert will be weathered in no time. But I know, maybe, somewhere, as I sit in this desert, you might just be in another desert too, still far from your flower. Should I wsh to be with you? Yes! Should you wish to be with your flower? I will continue staring in this night sky, remembering your peal of laughter, that innocence in you, or perhaps those worry lines in your forehead. I will long for that day that I can wipe them out and let my fingers brush over your hair as you sleep soundly.
Should I ask someone to send me a word? No more. I know you are there My Little Prince. I know you are still in the desert. That flower is in the glass globe. Should I ponder if that flower has been eaten by the sheep? There is no leather strap in its muzzle. I wonder.
My Little Prince, this is for you...Please come back in the desert...We have a well waiting...
The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What is essential is invisible to the eye...As a required reading in one of my subjects, we are to read The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Defying the odds of office ethics, I took the liberty to make a print out of a copy out of our office supplies - although my attention was called by my colleague, but, I do not have any choice but to shrug it off.
Nevertheless, as I read the book, I ended up crying in the wee hours of midnight with several realizations that made my heart broke. I do not wish to dwell on the sublime message of this book just yet, perhaps a separate post will suffice. However, I feel that it is my duty to impart to everyone the various immemorial lines I must say for everyone to reflect into their selves. I may not be able to highlight everything, but please, feel free to bring the same to my attention so that we may all be able to include it here.
All men have the stars...but they are not the same things for different people.
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.
The house, the stars, the desert - what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible.
One only understands the things that one tame...Men have no more time to understand anything...But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship.
When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours.
For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.
One much require from each the duty which eanh one can perform...Accepted authority rests first of all on reason.
Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go! For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower.
Of course I love you, the flower said to him. It is my fault that you have not known it all the while.
The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words.
The fowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them?
It is a question of discipline...When you've finished your toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care.
Children should always show great forbearnce toward grown-up people. But, certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.
In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...you - only you will have the stars that can laugh!
...in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.
Hiatus
It is nearly week after our orientation with the school that I am attending to for my Masters degree and it has been a roller-coaster ride already. With assignments flying all around, readings to finish and all other requirements that needs to be done and get over with, it has really made a hell of a schedule out of me. For my dear blog readers, all of you might wonder what happened to me - being equally mute for the past days in here. Amongst all else, I am surviving and will continue to survive for God knows until when.
This week, as I reflect has brought a lot of surprises and changes even. I cannot place them into details yet but yes, some are life changing others are too uncertain as of this time and still others are simply vague that I can set them aside. It is a strong current I must say. A surge that I was completely not prepared to face. I got the most unusual acquaintance of my life, the usual ton-load of work, a slice of anger from a relative, and an unexpected call.
For the next hour, I feel the need to vent out everythng that is in me, as a lot has been running into my head just like rats in our ceiling back home. Noisy, annoying and is calling for a need to be expelled out of my shell.
Sigh.
This week, as I reflect has brought a lot of surprises and changes even. I cannot place them into details yet but yes, some are life changing others are too uncertain as of this time and still others are simply vague that I can set them aside. It is a strong current I must say. A surge that I was completely not prepared to face. I got the most unusual acquaintance of my life, the usual ton-load of work, a slice of anger from a relative, and an unexpected call.
For the next hour, I feel the need to vent out everythng that is in me, as a lot has been running into my head just like rats in our ceiling back home. Noisy, annoying and is calling for a need to be expelled out of my shell.
Sigh.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
How loyal can I be?
What makes a man a man is his nature of being polygamous. But what makes a man a real man is his character of being monogamous despite the inherent nature that lies within him.
-Jude Vincent E. Parcon :)
There are times indeed when you vow to yourself that you are exclusive to your partner. But, it was too late to realize that same vow when you are being swept away by another guy whom you had a glance with in a - restaurant maybe. Or perhaps, you prayed hard, lamenting of your ultimate love to your partner when all of a sudden, you find yourself being billeted in a hotel with another one.
A lot of situations, too many in fact to narrate each one which depicts how hard loyalty is when it comes to males. Is it simply uncontrollable? Or is it at times, a by product of ones male ego? If we all look around us, it is too unrelenting and I should say, a myriad in fact where cases of non-exclusivity becomes the trigger point for a relationship to break down.
It is just a shame that there are individuals who have strived to be loyal to their partners whilst the other does not. And, oftentimes, it renders both parties at a losing end. Normally, this is one of the most common games that all people play but just cannot perfect it. Simply because its rules are too vague, its expectations are too high and the stakes are simply unbearable. It is worse than gambling in a casino and losing millions after 2 rounds of poker. It does not allow you to go back and claim what is supposedly due on you because interests earned are not enough to justify every action you did.
The question of loyalty is a never ending question that will produce a multitude of answers, reactions, comments and opinions. Perhaps, in this modern world, it is not anymore a question whether we are loyal or not but rather, we can end a discussion by asking, how loyal can we become?
-Jude Vincent E. Parcon :)
There are times indeed when you vow to yourself that you are exclusive to your partner. But, it was too late to realize that same vow when you are being swept away by another guy whom you had a glance with in a - restaurant maybe. Or perhaps, you prayed hard, lamenting of your ultimate love to your partner when all of a sudden, you find yourself being billeted in a hotel with another one.
A lot of situations, too many in fact to narrate each one which depicts how hard loyalty is when it comes to males. Is it simply uncontrollable? Or is it at times, a by product of ones male ego? If we all look around us, it is too unrelenting and I should say, a myriad in fact where cases of non-exclusivity becomes the trigger point for a relationship to break down.
It is just a shame that there are individuals who have strived to be loyal to their partners whilst the other does not. And, oftentimes, it renders both parties at a losing end. Normally, this is one of the most common games that all people play but just cannot perfect it. Simply because its rules are too vague, its expectations are too high and the stakes are simply unbearable. It is worse than gambling in a casino and losing millions after 2 rounds of poker. It does not allow you to go back and claim what is supposedly due on you because interests earned are not enough to justify every action you did.
The question of loyalty is a never ending question that will produce a multitude of answers, reactions, comments and opinions. Perhaps, in this modern world, it is not anymore a question whether we are loyal or not but rather, we can end a discussion by asking, how loyal can we become?
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