Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love…
I want to live…
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LIFE is not measured by the number of breaths we take… but by the moments that take our breath away…
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Longer than there have been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than there have been stars up in the heavens
Ive been in love with you.
Stronger than any mountain cathedral
Truer than any tree ever grew
Deeper than any forest primeval
I am in love with you.
Ill bring fires in the winters
Youll send showers in the springs
Well fly through the falls and summers
With love on our wings.
Through the years as the fire starts to mellow
Burning lines in the book of our lives
Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow
Ill be in love with you.
Longer than thereve been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than thereve been stars up in the heavens
Ive been in love with you
I am in love with you..
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Sometimes it’s a movie marathon night for us…tonight is a bit different though…it’s music mania moment. Love songs that make us want to jump out of the couch to do a bit of an impromptu slow dance.
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Grace has been sick for almost a week but she came to work today…I’m glad she’s back. I’ve missed her. I hope she feels better over the weekend.
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Naguguluhan ako. Hindi ko maintindihan ang nararamdaman ko. Ano ba! Kairita.
Grace is sick today.
Carol left yesterday.
My husband is in one of his grumpy moods… for the past 2 weeks!!! It’s getting to me, no matter how much I ignore it.
What a day. =(
Good thing I had a lovely dinner. A wonderful conversation with one of our volunteers. Plus, tomorrow is a brand new day.
“Possessionless”
All the things that i’ve collected
Stones and Shells
Every word in every book
Upon my shelves
Only form a brief description of myself
But they don’t define who i am
I don’t think anything can, no
If i strip away the non-necessities
All the damage all the mess surrounding me
I don’t crave what i have not
I don’t need more than i’ve got
It’s just me that i offer up
All i got is my body
And it’s naked for you
All i got is this heart
That i’m willing to lose
I know in this life
I give it everything
All i got is this soul and
Its shedding its clothes
Do you see who i am now
Your standing this close
You know in these arms
You’re feeling everything
I’m learning what to give
What to protect
To look into the mirror
Though i’m not perfect
It’s still a work in progress
Hasn’t finished yet
Wanna be transparent
See through
Not gonna hide me from you
I’m completely undressed
But i couldn’t care less
I’m standing here possessionless
It’s the only true test
When the only thing left
Is a love thats possessionless
I don’t crave what i have not
i don’t need more than i’ve got
It’s just me that i offer up
Marriage is a life-changing experience to both man and woman. And I reckon, the wedding preparation is the perfect initiation to this new role.
My life was literally put to a hold for a year as I undertook the challenge of preparing for my wedding. My husband and I have been married for 2 blissful years but have decided a year ago to renew our vows with God, our family and friends as our witness. We thought it would be easy, it's our second wedding anyway, but to this day, it amazes me how this one-day event can cause so much trauma and stress to our once peaceful and loving life.
I could not believe that deciding on a florist could spark not chemistry but war between the sexes or a discussion on invites could almost ruin a wonderful partnership =) But the wedding preparation has a knack of creating havoc in our life. We have changed event stylist, cake supplier, and coordinator so many times that I am actually confused with the names of these suppliers. We have mastered the art of working together as a team, with me chatting online with my candle supplier, talking on the phone with my invitation supplier, doing a cyber fitting with my couturier based overseas while my husband, who is walking back and forth at my back, murmuring NO to costs he think is unnecessary, which is basically HALF of what I listed in our master file…teamwork at its best =)
But I believe that this experience helps the bride and groom create the strong foundation necessary for a long and lasting married life. It is the best exercise for the two people concerned to learn the value of compromise, financial management, respect for each other's opinions, and most importantly, teamwork.
The $100 question is, would I do it again, a 3rd wedding ceremony to the same loving husband?
In a heartbeat.
“Goodbye” was never my favorite word. It reminds me of all the times I have shed tears for a loss I wish never happened. It gives me this looming sense of fear from breaking from what I perceive as comfortable. Psychologists would have a field-day trying to decipher my animosity towards farewell. I would have been the perfect subject to test their theories on. =)
But as I experience life, I have learned that goodbye is as vital as hello. Change will always find a way to articulate itself in our lives. No amount of hiding can stop it from happening. When one opens her heart and eyes to the world around her, one can see how positive change can be. It allows you to plant your roots elsewhere, it allows you to touch other people's life as they touch yours, and most importantly, it brings about personal growth. A big step towards self-actualization.
I am no expert in life, I think I'm too young to make claims of what is right and wrong. As my professor in Uni once told me, a true inspirational writer is one who has experienced life, the beauty it beholds and the harshness of its realities, and yet, finds the passion within himself to put to words, learnings he wishes to impart to his readers.
I have a long way to go in experiencing life, in cherishing its beauty, in wallowing in its hardships, in accepting farewells…I am still a work-in-progress, for tears would well-up as soon as I know, end is near. But I have learned to look forward to new beginnings, new hello's, while cherishing old memories and holding them dear to heart…
Life will always be how we DECIDE to see it…since the choice is in our hands, decide to be happy in spite of life's unending moments of changes!
Certain moments in our life triggers a reaction that usually catches us off guard. The recipient may either feel the exhilaration of excitement or the feeling of pain. As much as we hope for the prior, it's the latter that realistically happens.
Numerous times, she would ask what she done to deserve the things happening to her. I always have no answer, for the so many things i want to express, this is one moment that I am speechless…for she has been a kind soul to everyone who is privileged enough to know her acquaintance. She told me she has no one to depend on but herself. She deals with so many brutalities, though physical is not one of them. Pity is the last thing she needs, but I pity her for all the emotional wounds inflicted to her fragile heart.
She still smiles…she still breathes…but no one will ever heal the scars covering her soul. She once whispered to me…in spite of her family, she is alone. I told her I am here but she simply smiled…she must have been thru too much to feel what care is.
She holds on to one entity…her ever-beloved mother who comforts her in spite of the vastness. I think we all do…in times of pain, wishes for a mother's comforting hug…
As I look at her, in spite and despite of everything, she seems to be enveloped in this glow of light emanating from her soul…truly a person captivating my admiration…
Death is symbolic of Life. A great level of abhorrence is attributed to its concept but reality dictates that its varying form encompasses the existence of men. To abnegate its presence is to live in a world of disillusionment.
Hearts are broken everyday, dreams left unfulfiiled, fiasco consuming one's life, frustration permeating the walls of one's soul…death in its chameleon silhouette.
As heart-wrenching as the pain may be, it is vital to wallow in its melancholia to truly understand the depths of humanity. But AFTER one lives the varying levels of sadness and anger, one has to learn that the next step is simply…to move forward.
Take this to heart, people will never be substitutes. Each has the right to be the heroine in her life story. Allow nobody to degrade you to that level.
When my time comes to bid the world my farewell, I want my family to go on a road trip carrying just one map…the one I personally made for this special journey…
A journey that goes back to the places that has touched my life. My greatest legacy to my family would be to give them the opportunity to traverse the road towards healing, freedom, and most importantly…the journey of inspiration.
As they see the world in my eyes for the first time, as their hearts heal from all the pain inflicted by realities, as they gain the freedom to let go and see beyond bounderies, and as they find the inspiration to be exceptional… My purpose has been done…My last act of love to the family I will leave behind.
My thoughts has always been inspired by the circumstances surrounding my everyday living. Lately, seeing dear friends go thru separation with loved-ones has made my thoughts travel back in time when my broken heart and shatterd dreams were a common scenario in life.
Personally, mending a broken heart has to be one of the most difficult journey any women has to go through. It requires a strong sense of commitment and belief in oneself to truly move forward. Unfortunately, when one has her heart broken, her love and respect for herself is as shaky as the failed relationship.
Quite honestly, I never thought I would fall prey. I am a self-made woman, respected in my field and I have but one standard, I want a loyal man. I am not expecting him to be a saint; all I would like is for him not to take any action whenever his testosterone level reaches maximum overdrive. But life indeed plays games with our principles because in spite of my resistance and a fool-proof plan…I did fall prey…twice in my lifetime!
I also succumbed to the horrendous nights of unending tears, tormenting questions of why, and a constant battle with my self-esteem. I have a personal blog that shows proof of all the crazy things I did for love. I never deleted any entries though, for as I've said, I am a strong woman, and I have learned that there is no shame in tears. Shame is when you allow the pain to obliterate the person you are. In spite of what happened I have not lost faith for I know that Love is always fair. It may be the raison d'être of my broken heart but it was also the foremost component in healing the wounds brought by separation. Inspite of how I feel, my personal blog serves as a reminder that inspite of the body-wrenching pain, I was able to move forward, love again and live happily with my husband.
There is no specific path to the road of recovery. One is as unique as the person traversing that road. But I believe there is one triggering factor that pushes one to finally accept her faith and move forward…the conscensious decision to finally heal what was broken!
My mom once told me, no amount of coaxing from relatives and friends, no amount of advise can make one feel better about her life, one has to DECIDE that it is time to end the pain and accept what has happened. This brought wonders to my life. I began to finally realize that as painful as it may seem, break-ups are opportunities dressed in dreadful clothing. But, it takes only the wise to see what good it can bring. Always remember your life is in your hands…
“So have faith, have courage, for you are not alone…hearts are broken everyday…but healing comes to those who yearn for it”
I grew up spending more time with my mom than my dad. He was busy working overseas as a CPA to a shipping company, thus, he traveled a lot. At first, we used to travel with him (which I truly love) but as I grew older my parents decided it was best that I stay put for my education (Bummer!!!)
That meant I was separated from my dad quite a lot. But that also intensified our reunion every year, for it was pure bliss! We did all these things together, he would teach me to sketch, how to make paper mache vases, screen etching and printing, we would go out every weekend, he helps me with school homeworks, and most importantly laughter filled our home.
He has always been an inspiration. I would see him go out of his way to help people, even if it meant inconvenience on his part. A lot of people would open up to my dad for he was a good listener and adviser.
When my father passed away, a part of me died with him. We had so many plans together. We had this project to finish, places to go, goals to achieve…
That grievous day… my dreams were shattered with his death.
I remember that for 3 years, we would go to Loyola every Sunday to visit him, regardless of the weather. We never missed a weekend to be with him. We brought him flowers, we talked to him, most of the time my mom and I were just lost in our thoughts…remembering the man who always brought a smile to our hearts.
I still miss him to this day. Quite honsetly, I think my life would have turned out quite differently if he was still around…But I know, he is at peace in Heaven. I will always be proud of him, of his kindness, his creativity, his immense intelligence, and his deep and undying love for my mom and I. His stories of inspiration will continue on and his grandchildren will utter his name with immense pride to be part of his legacy…
I will never stop loving the man, who during his short but meaningful life, always believed in me…
In loving memory of Carmelo M. Garcia
