When the sun comes, the rain pours..
When I see a couple, it sometimes irritates me when they are like PDA-ing in front of me. But last night was different. I saw these two and I know that they love each other so much. And this poem here reminds me of them “But if you see how he looks at her, you’d know some love always stays” It always amazes me when two people look at each other like they are the only ones that matter. Like they are inside a snow globe, enjoying each other’s company in their own world. I don’t want to look away because it’s like there’s some sort of positive energy that radiates from them and I want even just a spark of it but staring too long may break the glass and I don’t want that. So I always look away.
In the history of some years
Their story has found its place
It’s in the past, written in rock
Too far from their parted ways
She knows she can’t touch him now
For he isn’t who he was
And still when she’s in his arms
Gone in feeling are bad days.
He may hold someone else’s hips
But the lips are always hers
The girl he once fell deeply for
Isn’t the one who in his bed lays.
These two will talk and laugh
And say that they no longer care
But if you see how he looks at her
You’d know some love always stays.
Her head tuck under his chin
Shutting out the world outside
a place filled with paranoia
We spend almost two decades in school. Yet, we don’t remember every lectures we take or every single info our teachers try to feed us. Yes, we can call ourselves “educated” or “degree holder” once we graduate in College. But that’s not the whole point. Our parents send us to school not just to study the lessons about our subjects but the lessons of life as well. This is why I admire those teachers and professors who impose life matters through the school ones.
School is a sea of strangers, a place where we are forced to make friends, to develop camaraderie. There is no other perfect place to interact with people you don’t know but inside those premises. Funny how some parents forbid their child to talk to strangers but send them to school anyway. That just doesn’t make sense.
In school, we are taught how to deal with other people, we find people with the same interests as ours, we meet people who are the exact opposite of us. In school, we are mold to be one of the best-est people not just by intelligence but by character. And that reminds me of what a priest has once said, that we are soils. People plant us things that will make us either good or bad, and as we grow, it shows. I don’t agree in the whole concept of it, though. There is no either good or bad. We are both. But I do believe that we are soils. Feed with different seeds, fertilizers, even sunlight and water. We take everything in as we live. And everyday we are being cultivated.
In real world, your credentials are one thing but your attitude is another. Not every excellent student excels in being a person.
Sure, you need to be school-wise. The society needs it. You’ll need it to have a better future. But the world needs a soul. A soul that is well-fed not just with mere professionalism but with the depths of life. A soul that consists of a brain and a heart.
Life is about making the good so good that it counters out the bad.”
Life sucks for everyone so I can’t say it is ‘that’ unfair. We all have our bad days, we just have different ways of dealing with it. I really think that life is one great story, though. A book that will last forever. And everyday is like living between the pages. This blog is my story. It can be yours, too. I believe that someone out there (it may be you reading this) can relate. I believe that there’s always a hand to hold. You are never alone. – Vi