Betrayal...

Betrayal is nothing new to us, we all share this once or even a couple of times in our lives. The question is why? why do we experience this? why do the people we trust betray us? Is it something we did? Is it something we did not do?

It tore down friendships in a couple of seconds, devastated relationship with its meaning. Why must people do it? What on earth could they be thinking? Is our urge more important to the trust given to us. I know the life we live in is full of it... but to experience it is different from knowing it. You will feel anger and the same time confused. You pity yourself, you want revenge... which in turn will create more ripples in the water.

Trust is something sacred given from one person to another. And in breaking this is like cutting the bond between the two. Have you ever given your full trust to someone? or maybe just a little? And if you did, what if that someone betrays you? What would you do?

I never knew who my real friends are until someone stab me at the back without hesitation. I've know him for quite a long time, I even treated him as brother. My regrets came when I found something. I never knew being betrayed could be this bad, but somehow I'll get over it. But being betrayed leaves a small scar on ones heart, no matter how small... it'll still hurt and it'll remind you to be careful. But, I am not the kind of person who holds a grudge on someone, I'll let it pass, I'll forgive him but it'll never be the same as before.

A Key to Happiness

Often asked by people that I usually acquaint with, is how do they make themselves happy. And I honestly don’t have an idea on what to answer them, and thus I choose to dig a little deeper within what lies beneath the reason of our happiness and how do we obtain and get a grip of it.

I am happy. I am. And because of that I need not to find any reasons why or how or since when, ‘coz actually, I shouldn’t be questioning about it. But instead, I should be thankful. And that is what we should all must think about, not the shortcomings, not the failures, those are there that we might learn from them, not to regret about.

Not one of us asked to be sad. Not ever. We all do want to be happy. We all ask to be happy. And most of the times that our request is being granted are not in the way that we expect it to be. It comes in the simple things and pleasures in life. We are just too caught up waiting for what we have expected the way it would come, too busy that we fail to acknowledge that it’s already been granted, it’s already been there. Though, not in the way that we want it but God knows it’s the best way for us. He has his ways.

It is ok to be sad once in a while. That’s just normal for us to get depressed and stumble during our journey. That’s part of it. After all, how will you know what will make you happy if you wont know what will make you sad? Lots of things in life make us both happy and sad. That is called balance. They co-exist with each other. Without the other, the other is void. Life is not a one-way-street that you get to enjoy only the happy things there are. It’s a two way road that we are all in right now. And unless you begin to understand that sadness is part of being happy, you will never get over your self-titled world with fictional happiness that decorates it.

Be glad in whatever you do. Cherish your family and loved ones. Be true to yourself and do the things that are making you extremely happy and never feel bad of the things that you said because that’s just like trying to be sorry for being true.

I’m bad at parting words. But the only phrase I could say before this article ends. One of the simplest ways to stay happy is to avoid the things that are making you sad.

Stay HAPPY!!!!

Come Fly With Me

Ive been lying here trying to find myself lying in bed with my cheek pressed on my pillow. I guess I woke up again with someone on my mind last night. As I come to think the things that I've been doing lately. I've rushed to places were I find excitement and entertainment to places were I want to be. There were some instant happiness and overjoy that happened. Moments we enjoyed most at the time we witnessed the dark cold nights turn to gray skies. I wish I had wings so that I wont be late to the destination that I want to be in an instance. As i fly and take you there. As I hold your hand and abide you on your floating and breakaway. We will surpass the clouds we used to count and form shapes when we are lying in a green grass with our arms spread out.

We continue our journey it seems like eternity in the making. I took a stolen glimpse from you and what I saw made me a satisfied sigh inside. I closed my eyes for a while and smiled a bit of a gratitude to what i saw on you. As we soar to the sky feeling the rush of wind that glides to our body. As we both scream while we collide with the rainbow on our horizon.

As we go together with the sunset we both fall down from the heavens as I embraced and hug you while cold winds gently pass my skin. Something you whispered that made it very painful to think "I wish this is not a dream".

Struggle

After a long vacation from my writing craft, I have returned to state what is rightfully to be told.

During those absence, I felt like I don’t want to write something or about anything, I felt like exhausted from life itself. My mind ran up dry from squeezing words for writing and so I decided to take a little break. I thought that maybe somehow I could store up on ideas and wisdom for me to deliver an even greater article the next time.

Lots of interesting things flooded my head but none of them seem to make any sense as I mold them into an article. Scenes stumbled upon each other that I couldn’t even figure out which one to start or which one to finish, but all of them seem to be too ambiguous that I couldn’t even decipher what I was aiming for as I continue to make the article. It seems that I always lost my focus in the midst of those paragraphs that I was writing.

It was hard. It felt like I was a failure in doing something I thought I do best at some time. I can’t pull those right words together. I couldn’t put any meaning to what I was writing that I just left them unfinished in the corner of my computers desktop. And I don’t want to gamble on posting an article that is half baked because I know that those who are reading these articles of mine deserves nothing but the best of my writing craft. Thus, articles pile up in me, in my head. And everywhere I go, it seems like there are lots of stories I wanted to tell, but I just can’t pull them off together. Still I waited.

And so, after bringing the pieces together, I’m back, to take what’s rightfully mine, to tell what is there to be told, and to face what is there to overcome, and to finally finish what I already started.

Loud Silence

In the midst of oblivion, I find myself looking back on how and what life might have been so far for me, for us. And every time I come to the final stage of conclusion, life is but a worthwhile stage play, and like every other stage play, everyone acts as to what their role has been. But unlike any other stage play that has a single or two main characters, everyone that has life is the main character of the play.

Where am I going? Am I taking the right path? – These are just questions that pop up my head during these times. As to where am I going, I am not sure. But still, I continue to travel the journey of life and face each hindrance with my head up. Maybe I guess there is no such thing as “THE RIGHT PATH”, no one walks the same path as anyone else, and that is one thing that’s making us unique from every other. We make our own path. That is the right word to state it. When we stumble upon a large field of grasses, you can never see a path, and that is the very reason why you create your own path in the middle of that field. You clear your own way regardless of where it might lead you, but somehow you have the right feeling that over that great field, something good is waiting for you to take. So don’t hesitate to just walk within those large fields, because you’re creating your path and that is the right one.

I can still hear those loud screams from the city, though I’m not very sure if it’s only in my mind or I do really hear it. Somehow I also miss those noises from the city, being in this solitude makes me think of those things I wanted to remember and write, some those I don’t want to remember. In this deafening silence, I ease my mind and clear my head that I may be able to come up with something great somehow, and those great things are mostly from the past.

Gone are those days when I used to argue over a piece of candy with my sister, which in the end, I get to be scolded by my parents for doing so. I miss that. Not the arguments, but the attention. They used to watch over us so discreetly, that every move we make is for them to know and judged. I miss those now that I am here in this solitude night.

I sit here under the perfectly circled light giver of the night. Reminiscing reminiscing reminiscing. “Those were the days…” I mended myself, and those were the days that molded me to what I am today.

Rainy Situations

Sometimes when your alone and no one to turn to and don't know what to do and where to go. Finding, thinking on were to lean on this playful life and when your feeling blu and wanted someone to be with in your sorrow, sadness and triumphs in life. When you think there's no one left but you, think again. And if you want to fall a tear I'll be here to listen to every word that you will say.

And when it rains the heavens pour from your eyes and when there's a dark storm tears flow but your not alone my friend. So many questions in your mind all you want was to know, why its like this this things happening in my life. If you will ask me I don't also know why.

I'm ready to be someone you can use to kill time and cheat moments when the rain comes. I am here waiting just call me and ill run to you.