Rainbows and People

Bitter, Poetry

I saw a rainbow earlier this day, when the street was just damp after the light rain.

You are like the rainbow. I didn’t notice when it first came out because of the vastness of the sky and the earthly things I was surrounded by, but when I did, I was mesmerized.

I watched it intently, spellbound by the striking character it unapologetically gives off. Honestly, I thought the rainbow was cocky. Which is bad, even though it has the bragging rights to be.

But little did I know that it was just pretentious. In a sad way that makes me want to hug it tight, hold onto it, and never let it go. The bright colors it shows us are limited and the reason why it places itself up so high is to avoid seeing (and feeling) the happiness in the world.

For rainbows cannot stay here forever.

And just as gradually as the rainbow fades from the sky, you casually walked away from my life.

Daily Post’s This Is Your Life. [Photo]

P.S. This would be one of the many entries in the book of my life, but I would never want to read all that has and all that will ever happen in mine.




I recently read a post about happiness and what struck me the most are the first two paragraphs. It questions the quest for happiness and why everyone strive for it even though it’s not constant.

Emotions are not fixed states, they ebb and flow. We do not expect to always feel angry or sad so why does a state of happiness feel like something we should aim for?

I was suddenly asking myself the same thing after reading it. And then I thought of all the other emotions out there and their importance.

I think the emotions build each other up. You wouldn’t be happy unless you’ve experienced being sad. You wouldn’t have known anger unless you’ve been calm. You wouldn’t recognize courage unless you’ve met fear. And you wouldn’t feel this certain emotion unless you’ve learned of their opposite.

Happiness, however, is the state everyone wants to be in because, let’s face it, who wants to be sad? But we should also allow ourselves to take in different emotions. Feel them and give time for them to stay. Ponder some more and reflect on the contrasting moods they offer. Be a little more comfortable and you might find yourself less troubled.

Almost all of us are struggling for happiness, and I don’t think it’s a good sight.

The Age of Later


We have uttered the word ‘later’ in our life the same number we have said no. Or even more than that. But what does later really mean to you? how short or long is your later?

Google informed me that later means doing something or taking place after the expected, proper, or usual time. See how it doesn’t mention a specific time? Because it varies from each one of us. My later could last as fast as five minutes or it could take days. Depending on my needs, and my mood.

How many times have we refused to do something coz we don’t have enough time for it? Or how often do we pass things up, including our friends and family, for later? Sometimes we even forget we said that.

We use later as an excuse for our laziness and cowardice. You’re so tired you couldn’t take on a project when all you did was watch your favorite series on Netflix. I can’t face you now as I am not yet ready but I will some other time, later.

But what if later doesn’t come? What if later, you’re not around? The age of later is as young as your new phone or as old as a great wine. But it doesn’t have to grow as much as the wine. We have to start doing things now, right at this moment. We need to learn to move with time, so we don’t miss some things out. It’s not easy, but overcoming later means a step closer to being productive and brave. And who knows, maybe you might enjoy life better without later.




Thirty years from now, someone will discover the scrapbook I’ve made containing my deepest secrets, wildest thoughts, and honest opinions. And the preface will gonna be this:

If you hate reading, please give this to a friend. And I thank you for that. Or you could try skimming first before doing so.

If you like reading, please move forward. And I love you for that. Then give this to a friend and write your own.

Everything changes, but they say history repeats itself. And I think because of that, a person or two would find my scrapbook relatable. For even though I wrote that 30 years ago, same things happen still—when it comes to love, family, friends, marriage, sin, career, gender, faith, and a lot more we could think of.


I’d like them to know that they are not alone. I’d like them to feel that they are normal. I’d like them to see that they have a friend in me. And I’d like them to experience life on their own.

My time capsule would not just include the scrapbook. It will also hold three more special things that come with my favorite colors. A keychain of a mermaid with a maroon tail, an oversized mustard sweater, and a cute gray coffee mug. Why? Just because.

This in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt Time Capsule.
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Everything was just make-believe. And I don’t know if I’ll ever consider making this real. After all, I haven’t got a hold of those three special things yet.

Unconscious Love


Loving without being conscious of loving is also a form of love.

The above quote was from a Taiwanese drama I recently watched, In Time With You. Right after I read that, I paused the video and thought about it for a few seconds or so. And then I moved a minute back to capture the screen with that line. I saw it now and decided to use it for today’s quote.

Are we really capable of loving someone unconsciously? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are not numb. Ever watched anything where the lady doesn’t know that the gentleman likes her even though everyone around her knows? Or vice versa? That’s what I’m talking about. I don’t believe on that. Because we know it. We are aware of it. But we just choose to ignore it. It’s just the same as that feeling when a person doesn’t seem to like you. How could we easily sense that but not the one concerning love? Maybe because we humans are unfair.

The question still lingers my mind. Are we really capable of loving someone unconsciously? Yes, I’m asking you. Because honestly, I really don’t know.

This is in response to the blog event Writer’s Quote Wednesday. [Featured Image]

The Outside | Swift Saturdays

Swift Saturdays

I tried to take the road less traveled by
But nothing seems to work the first few times


We are living in a world where everything is created for us. That even the path of non-conforming is already filled with choices. But one thing I don’t understand is that the majority almost always win. Fine, they are superior and the human race should favor them because they’re greater in number, and in most cases all of us are part of a certain majority. But why are those who opt to differ are deemed as weird, off, eccentric, or even crazy? Most people just don’t seem to care, let alone hear them out. What we don’t understand is that they have a reason why they are where they are. It’s difficult to be on the road less traveled by. I’ve been there, and I’m not blocking my route to the possibility of being there again, and it’s tough. People always question you, and once you give them the answers, they question you some more. They wanna know, but they don’t wanna understand. Like having a pen without the ink, it doesn’t serve its purpose, and never will.

Swift Aftertaste

Bitter: The taste of frowning neighbors, whispering mates, and questioning friends.

Sweet: The taste of making your own decisions, taking care of your responsibilities, and facing the consequences afterwards.

Swift Discussion

How was your experience in the road less traveled by?

Sick Expectations


We shouldn’t always give in to what others expect of us.

The keyword is always. For I believe that there are some expectations that should be met. And some of them we already unknowingly do. But there are others that are just plain sick.

I’m fortunate enough to not have parents pressuring me on what they want me to be. Or what they like for me. But aside from our family, we have friends, partners, relatives, employers, and even neighbors whose expectations are always there. As if we’re asking for it. As if we needed it.

By the time you’re reading this, you’d know that I’m not gonna put up a list of the sick expectations I mentioned earlier. You could make that one yourself, just look around you and think. Nor I’m gonna ask you to stop meeting expectations. Coz we could all use some help to do that. What I’m telling you is to carefully choose and make wise decisions. Don’t let yourself be someone else because of the whispers of others. Stand up to what you believe in and continue walking on the road you yourself built.If-you-spent-your-lifeJust as I’m writing this, I couldn’t fully let go of the whole expectations idea. Coz after all, I myself have set certain expectations I want to meet. But then I know how to control me. I know what I can do and what I can’t. So failures don’t hurt much. And disappointments never last for long. One thing though, I can assure you that I’m fairly moving away from the expectations road and slowly building my own course.

This post is triggered by fayeluv’s Clash of Thoughts.