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"C'mon, liezl. You can't expect your bitter, self-prepared coffee to taste like honey." This is what I always tell myself when my head spins like spinwheel at a rate inversely as slow as my _______ goes. It's not as if I'm overdesperate to see things turn out right or kind, at least.. It's just that i feel stupid because I begin to realize that it's all my fault. A misstep, an oversight. Whatever!
Maybe some friends think I feel better when they try to commiserate with me. Talk about honesty, I don't but I'm touched. Pero mas marami naman ang nakikinig lang at nagpapagaan. I know they couldn't care more and I truly, infinitely appreciate that. I appreciate it because it (pangangamusta) keeps me sane. I hoist myself from a complacent slouch and give the time a glance. It's not moving any slower. In fact, so much time has passed for comfort. Regretting is far; way way far from my state. One reason among many others is that maybe I just haven't done enough; thus, I can't resort to regretting. I don't want to think it's unfair. I hate it more to think that's something more important to me will slide down the pit when I make things fair. When all else is hazy, one thing is certain: I came to know the wonders in me.And hey, I can still smile. A piece of brilliant mind: Subtlety doesn't work all the time. - Sir Luis Teodoro |
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