Thursday, January 25, 2018
103
"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it." ~ Groucho Marx
Monday, July 11, 2016
102
“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.”
This is just speculation, but there’s a truthfulness in these words. What if you actually encounter one person in your life and that person literally have read and loved what you have read? It must be real heaven, a truly wonderful event in one’s life.
This alone qualifies the beginning of firm connections between and among exploring beings.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
101
Today my father might not know that it's Father's Day, until I greet him. It's been four difficult years since it all started. I thought I wasn't graduating. I spent most of my time in the hospital, beside my father, hoping that tomorrow a divine light will shine so he'll move.
Our world just turned 360 degrees, and even more, after he got stroke. I had to change my routine: waking up in the morning and putting my toes against his toes so they get stretched, holding his feet so they get stimulated--instead of jogging early or going to gym. The memories of him standing and moving, he didn't know this could happen. It's a miracle that he can still talk and tell me how much he loves me. Everyday, he reminds me that when he couldn't already speak he just wanted me to know how much he loves me. Everyday, I show him how much his son wants him to feel good, for all the greatest reasons in this world, that his actions would speak of love, and his mind would think of light. It's today that he needs our careful hands, as he's at his most fragile state.
I always look at the silverlining, and how it could change our lives forever. When I greet my father today, he'll be thankful, he might cry of joy and pain. I will pick up his stiff hand and pray. I will carefully lift him up from the bed and tell him "Happy Father's Day, Papc..i love you."
To all of the fathers who read this, the way you love your children will be the reflection of how they will love you back, someday, even in the most challenging part of your lives.
I hope you take good care of each other, as it's the best way to show love. Happy Father's Day!
Our world just turned 360 degrees, and even more, after he got stroke. I had to change my routine: waking up in the morning and putting my toes against his toes so they get stretched, holding his feet so they get stimulated--instead of jogging early or going to gym. The memories of him standing and moving, he didn't know this could happen. It's a miracle that he can still talk and tell me how much he loves me. Everyday, he reminds me that when he couldn't already speak he just wanted me to know how much he loves me. Everyday, I show him how much his son wants him to feel good, for all the greatest reasons in this world, that his actions would speak of love, and his mind would think of light. It's today that he needs our careful hands, as he's at his most fragile state.
I always look at the silverlining, and how it could change our lives forever. When I greet my father today, he'll be thankful, he might cry of joy and pain. I will pick up his stiff hand and pray. I will carefully lift him up from the bed and tell him "Happy Father's Day, Papc..i love you."
To all of the fathers who read this, the way you love your children will be the reflection of how they will love you back, someday, even in the most challenging part of your lives.
I hope you take good care of each other, as it's the best way to show love. Happy Father's Day!
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
99
Just a quick post. I'm currently writing in my office and it's very cold. I got hot chocolate drink to solve it. These past days have been pivotal for my personal growth. Sometimes the world just stops and you think about the things that you do on a whim, until the time that you stare at the wind watching silver dusts in the sun. It's different now, day by day things are getting clearer and I feel like a snowball is waiting for me, I really do.
My life is like a revolver, utterly dependent as to whether or not it's loaded. It's aiming for something bullish. But I'm coping, time is still precious and abundant. There's something more than this.
My life is like a revolver, utterly dependent as to whether or not it's loaded. It's aiming for something bullish. But I'm coping, time is still precious and abundant. There's something more than this.
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