“Where do I begin,” (that famous line from a familiar song) to tell a story where I’ve been. Been somewhere, anywhere, nope, truthfully nowhere.
Now I don’t know how to start. They say time heals all wounds, and if missing something is a wound, and starting all over again is a form of healing then let me have a thousand scars for although I’m not a masochist, I welcome the pain of waiting. And if somehow one can’t understand what I’m conveying, it’s okay not to be understood once in a while. Why would I expect others to understand if I, myself don’t understand where I’ve been, eventhough I always claimed I know where I’m heading.
Subject verb agreement, punctuation errors and a lot of grammatical lapses. I am not an English writer and it does not pain me when I tender my resignation letter and realized that he’s not reading my letter. Yes, he is not hearing me, he is looking at my letter telling me how in the world can I write a resignation letter with misspelled words and grammatical lapses. That deceitful feeling of finally getting even by giving him a hard time deciphering what I meant when I said I’m leaving. Or is it just the real me when I blabber with incongruent statements because truthfully I am a weird eccentric person who is not good in saying goodbye.
So I closed the door and walked away…. But in no time I’m back in his arms, restartng what could have been, what might have been, what should have been and all those in betweens.
Been There. Done That. How I wish I could truthfully say that. 🙂
Life is like a boat ride. It comes in different boats and vessels. Huge or small, in whatever shape or form.
It may come in golden moments just like that cruise on a beautiful sunset. Memorable moments with screams and laughters just like that unforgettable banana boat ride.
Sometimes it scares you when you feel all alone in that small canoe, in the middle of the vast ocean when storm is brewing and wave’s flashing.
There are times it gives you thrills as you reach your peak while you do that white water rafting, not alone but with a team who took risks, just like family sticking with you come hell or high water.
And no matter how big or small the boat you’re riding, and how calm the weather is, you still feel that bouncy bumpy moment, making you wonder why the ride is not smooth sailing when everything seems right.
Sometimes, even if you knew that it’s not a one dimensional journey when you thread on that deep unpredictable water, you still hop in because the boat is coming.
No amount of nausea inducing ride can stop you from trying the ride. Deep inside, you believe you can always adjust the sails because you are the captain.
And if sometimes life makes you feel you’re just a passenger, you still hold on to that rail. Clutching your bag of prayers, hoping that the captain will steer it right, believing that nothing is really hopeless.
No time to stand, wait and hope that another boat is coming. You jump, dive in and swim with faith as your life vest and hope as your anchor.
It doesn’t really matter this time if you know how to swim. What matters is you know how to find your way. This time you knew that when the sea gets rough, you don’t look at the water swirling around you. It will only make you feel worse and scare you more.
Just look at the horizon far away. It’s the only stable thing when the ride is bumpy. And that horizon will make you hold on because you deserve to be there.
And you will thank yourself for trying the boat ride. Because now you know the answer.
Kindly Click/Tap This Link To Read Adrift. Thanks.
I see the christmas lights and hear the yuletide carols. I remember hiding under the mistletoe. The yesteryears of waiting for santa, expecting a gift eventhough i’ve been naughty, not nice.
I opened the beautifully wrapped gifts. In excitement i ignore the intricate wrappings. I barely acknowledge the efforts taken in covering the precious presents. Sometimes i forget to give thanks not just for the gifts but for its beautiful wrappings.
Oh, christmas is just around the corner. A time to be jolly and sleigh rides. But what happens when Santa’s reindeers are missing because their antlers are used for decorating? And yes when the sleigh bells started ringing, are you really listening or just hearing?
Although i admit i don’t live in winter wonderland, it doesn’t mean i can’t feel the cold snow and its breeze. But the happy lights of yuletide lanterns and strangers’ smiling faces can make me say, indeed it’s a beautiful happy sight.
One need not wait for christmas day, loving and sharing is not just for a day. It’s all year through for someone with a giving and grateful heart. But every year, i don’t know why i am more kind, when the christmas bells are starting to chime.
To read more Christmas musings/poems, kindly click/tap the photos below. Thanks.
Dropping by at an art exhibit , i happened to see a cartoon artist. For a few dollars he’ll create your cartoon portrait.
Suddenly confusion, illusion or simply wild imagination made me think. If i will spend a few dollars, why would i need a sketch of my face? I have tons of photos on my facebook anyway. Besides, i can always look at the mirror and create a better portrait of myself, anytime for free , although sometimes looking at the mirror doesn’t lead to happy endings. 🙂
So i rather spend that moment fulfilling a life long childhood dream……. to be one of those fairy tale divas.
Once again in my adult life i’m faced with a million dollar question:
If i could be a fairy tale character, who would i be?
Cinderella? Nope, i had a very happy childhood.
Sleeping Beauty? Hmm, true love kiss and a prince, almost , but my dad is not a wicked king. .
Okay, let’s try Snow White, but i don’t have a wicked stepmother.
Aha, since i consider myself beautiful, why not Belle in Beauty and The Beast?