cool change

When do you know you're ready to plunge into something new? What's the decisive sign that will make you leave all your doubts behind, all your what ifs and just go straight through and experience something different?

Making choices is difficult more so if it's about going outside your comfort zone. The novelty, the strangeness... they make you feel as if you're out of place, a stupid uninitiated soul lost in a different league. Worse, what if you then realize that going beyond what you've been accustomed to isn't exactly the best idea. That the things you sacrificed to make that step are far more precious than the things you've gained? Can you be consoled with hopes that someday, somehow the big leap will pay-off and it will pay-off way more than you have ever imagined?
I once told a friend that it's not about going outside your box, it's about redefining one's walls to include new people, new places, new experiences and in the process finding new sources of solace. Hmmm, very insightful but still very difficult to hold on to. But then that's what life is about right? Taking risks and hoping that everything will turn out well. And the essence of faith is not hanging on dearly but surrendering oneself to things unknown.

Time for a cool change?

Sige ba!
Pikit-mata tayong tumalon, pikit-mata nating danasin ang kung anumang ihain ng buhay.

love? what love?

I admit it, I'm chronically in love with the idea of being in love.
Imagine having someone to share your time with, to explore things with, to grow with...
With a big sigh, I can only wait for that someone to arrive. Waiting in vain? Maybe. But then again what else can I do? Pursue love and push myself to like, love someone? Well, that won't be very difficult because I know I'd fall in love easily. The problem is I always risk making a fool out of myself... foolish thoughts, foolish things, foolish acts. Haaay, if my friends only knew what I'm willing to do for love, the way they see me would really go through a hundred eighty degree turn.
Yup, maybe I do deserve to treat myself better. Then maybe, just maybe, that love I've been waiting for, the love that I deserve, will come my way.
Desperation? I don't think so. Masochism? Well that's a totally different thing...

The Midnight Writer

The clock slashed time
Under the watchful eye of the owl
Singing its funereal ode
Of a dozen syncopated snaps
Rejoicing a death
And lamenting its rebirth
Announcing my turn
With a tired yet hopeful hum
To write
My chapter in Another
Lease On Life
On its earth-strewn letters
I am disclosed with a tale
Woven by my past
To be continued by my hands
Spitting out names, places, and memories
Familiar events whose strangeness
Blemished my eyes

I blinked

A briny drop
Made its resolute journey
To smudge
The last dot.