Refuge

I believe there are three things we do on a daily basis from the moment we open our eyes to start a new day: we search for something, we struggle with something, and we learn from something. Each one of us is different with how we do these three things and how we cope with each one of them, it’s like a game where people win and people lose.  Personally, I sometimes feel tired of doing all that, facing the challenges of each new day, same old sh*t. Sometimes I get stuck with so much to do with only so little time, and sometimes I get so bored that I wanted to teleport myself to another universe, if only I could.

Yes, I’ve had my own share of these remarkable moments through my 28 years of life.  And I must admit there are times when I just wanted to run away from it all and hide myself from the world. Problems maybe doing that to me, or probably some circumstance which could be best described as “stuck in a moment you can’t get out of”.  I’ve had those days when everything else is either hurting me or isn’t making any sense.  And the feeling seemed so surreal and overwhelming that I just wanted to get out of there.  But where will I go?

Poetic Justice

Poetry (from the Greek “ποίησις”, poiesis, a “making” or “creating”) according to Wikipedia, is a form of art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its ostensible meaning.

I oftentimes think of myself as poetic in many ways. I think I’ve written more than fifty songs and almost a hundred poems in my entire life…(sadly most of ‘em got lost or burned along the way, don’t ask why). Not only do they reflect my innermost feelings but other people’s emotions as well. But one funny incident I recall about poem writing was back when I was a sophomore college student in La Salle-Dasma.