I am the middle daughter of my parents and the ‘single-est’ woman among my sibs. I smile a lot, in fact, most of the time. Some people would just wonder why I’m still smiling in the middle of nothingness. Perhaps, it’s just my way of letting things stay in bright hues instead of shading them in grays. I am imperfect, clumsy and I would self-diagnose myself as bipolar. I may be alive at one point but will shrink in a nutshell at another point. I’ve been through a lot and most of them are just battles of inner conflicts so you will never understand. So don’t try, it’s just a waste of your time but just be there and do nothing. I would greatly appreciate that. :) I can say that I’m selfish because I can never promise to anyone and then I think of survival and look forward…and then panic-that would make it all worse. Go comprehend. I guess experiences do teach and influence us in a lot of ways, some good, some bad, some open to new layers of discovery…Oh well… I live in frustration because I’ve been blaming myself for not fighting what I’d really love to do. But then again, thanks to great teachers, I’m taking it all back. Slowly and surely, I’ll replant the seeds that were long drought in the thirsty soil. Whoever discovered colors and gave them their names, please hear my plea. I owe something to all of you. And that’s something I’ll embrace for the rest of my life. Go figure…
Life is tough. It is, for sure. And it’s imperfect. I am, too. There are things that I want to change/to let go/to delete/to open/to decipher/to reveal but they don’t allow me. Like it’s there, an imprint on my Tabula Rasa. Is there such a thing? Maybe. ‘Cause why would I be saying these things if not, right?
I love God. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my best-est friends. I love my lover. If only it’s enough to love, but what’s worth in loving without kindness, generosity and humility. Maybe that’s why I’m still here, to build what’s broken, to nourish what’s deprived, to discover what’s hidden, to create what’s in the mind.
I am a human being-capable of loving and to be loved in return.
I have conflicts that are yet to be reconciled.
I cry in silence.
I laugh at the lowest of the lowest jokes.
I breathe.
I feel.
I am alive.
I am me.