Entries for January, 2007

January 2nd, 2007

Life Less Special

 

Most of us try to greet the new year with a happy face … regardless of how heavy a blow the previous year has dealt you … no matter how your knees gave way to the pain and trials 2006 has sent your way … mindless of how you, at times groveled at fate … begging for a crumb of good tidings … new year is when most of us make an effort of shirking that, which has made us miserable and look forward to a better year. Optimism is always a good thing … until of course the first 2007 minute passes and you stub your fucking toe on the dining table, wince in pain, and in between the flashing lights of ache that you see, and the suddenly annoying firecrackers that deafen your already tortured ears … you shout, in your mind … “Putanginaaaaaaa!!! … Malas na naman itoooo!!!”

Dates and time are but markers in our existence … to determine the “exactly-when” … a basis for information recovery and future plans … but never … ever … a platform for good luck.

Days roll on, each one having a unique surprise for each individual and do not necessarily present themselves as pre-cursors for future events. I beg for you not to pre-empt them for they lose their innate value and would indeed, make life less … enigmatic … less special.

Happy new year to everyone … and may life keep on throwing these little packets of surprises along your way … take them, open them … and relish them, for whatever doesn’t kill you (as they say) … will definitely make you stronger.

... Z ... 

 

Posted by tuliro at 11:04 AM | 2 comments

January 29th, 2007

A Cross to Bear

 

as pain lingers in clandestine silence, one covers his ears and shuts his eyes to thoughts that may otherwise appear maudlin. the cross that one must bear as he treads his complexies with apparent negligence brought upon him by his own choices ...

my choice ... my own fucking, selfish choice ...

is it my place to consciously seduce the choice from another? as one dwells on the balance between morality and personal gratification ... he is caught in a crisis of conviction ... to do or not to do?

apologies are lame to cognizant actions and reactions ... there are no excuses ... there is no haven to a tortured soul when it is self inflicted ... just as suicide has no forgiveness in heaven's infinite goodness.

the choices that we make are those that mould our beings ... be that as it may ... i still close my eyes and blow a kiss to the cold winds streaming northwards and pray that it brushes the tears brought about by my inconsiderate decisions ... I am sorry …

i bear my cross ... and i deserve it ...

 

Posted by tuliro at 01:30 PM | 2 comments

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