Life is like an ocean. It comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it’s overwhelming. And just when you thought you’ve seen it all, you’ll be caught by surprise that there’s more to come.
Realizing that life is a cycle. Still being thankful that there will always be something to be grateful for. And knowing deep inside that there will always be something beautiful to look forward to.
Yes, the best wave of your life is still out there. Learn from the waves and enjoy the ride.
Staring at the blank moving wall, now called wallpaper, memories keep flashing like a movie scene. I’m still in a state of confusion as to what usually follows after finishing the sentence not with a period but with a colon that never belong to a conjunction of a subliminal past and paradoxical present.
i truly cannot understand why a tinge of justification was needed for that fleeting moment of indecision or bad judgment. Nope, it is not to be judged, i know in due time i will understand the truth.
The truth in not knowing the value of the moment until it became a memory. That obsequious feeling of driving a wheel , disregarding the traffic rules inspite of knowing that dangers will be waiting for breaking the stone that rocks the cradle.
The cradle that was all taken care of from infancy to puberty. The adolescence of the mind brainwashing humans that ignorance is a bliss, until adulthood teaches you that it’s only a bliss if you take the risk.
The paradox of following your bliss believing that you can strive for anything. Anything is possible, even screaming sky is the limit. You can have anything but not everything. An oxymoron parable that sounds better than the aesop’s fable.
The fable that shows human frailties using the art of narrating the pros and cons of an action with its lessons. Realization of the long forgone wishes. Pushing boundaries and eventually stepping over them. The pursuit to fill your bucket list with the unending whispers that the story is not over yet but too late to edit the page.
Yes, the book was already printed, but the story is not over yet.
I saw a photo on my friend’s facebook page. In a split second I asked her if I can steal it. Well, that’s hyperbole but truthfully, this wonderful scenery stole my heart away. So i make a colorful collage out of that photo as i glanced at that beautiful scenery , an inspiration to create a wonderful poetry.
As she was driving on Vancouver highway on a beautiful Sunday morning, this scene didn’t escape her sight. She instantly grab her phone and captured the scene.
Beautiful. How a simple photo can change someone’s day. It made her stop and made me smile. Life is beautiful . We just have to appreciate it.
Driving on life’s busy highway, obstructions sometimes give in. Preoccupied with so many things to do, so many goals to achieve and dreams to fulfill, we forgot to see the sky and just view the road within.
The changing colors of your sky depending on the season of your life. Sometimes nature brings out its natural colors but most of the time it changes depending on the bifocals of your sights..
The sky being blue when your heart is in raging red. The pastel colors that you see when someone tickles you in pink. Or is it being green when you recall that moment on that cold mountain spring?
The northern lights that never cease to amaze you, just like that love that always puzzles you.
The hues you’ll never knew unless you’ve got the courage to try something new.
So what is the color of your sky? The color that you’ll always see , as you paint it the way you feel it.
If time creates memory and memory defines time, where am i?
Am i still in the past when i hope that the good things i have will last?
Or am i now in the present when my future steps in a split second
For sure i’m not yet in the future because i still keep my prayer in my door.
If my past defines my future, where will my present be?
Is it in the middle of the two, a prelude to a future past beyond my grasp?
If my present decides my future, who decides my past?
Wasn’t my past was also once my future in the not so distant present?
Time really confuses me, so i let go of my time. They say spend it wisely.
Does being wise mean you spend your time preparing for your future?
But how can you prepare for your future without neglecting the precious present?
How can you be wise when it goes so quickly?
Good thing i got memories.
But memories belong to the past not the future.
And time moves in a different direction, memory in another.
Time moves forward. Memory relives the past.
I’ll just enjoy the moment. I don’t know how to spend my time wisely.
I’ll just use it.