And it just dawned on me that we’re halfway through the year.
I wonder if I’m anywhere near my dreams, if I can reach my goals, and if my feelings are valid and real.
Some days are full of doubts, some are blooming with colors, and the others sound just the same—the monotonous life that we lead to survive.
This night looks similar to the nights before, when a simple fact or idea that entered my mind will make me look at my life, the past, particularly. And then comes a rational female voice which reminds me that what I have right now is more important than dwelling with what’s gone, with the past. It will also whisper something sweet, that there’s something to look forward to in the future.
And right when I’m about to sleep, the stars will put me in awe, especially the one that’s closest to the moon. It kind of tells me to hold on to my life dearer, or even as much as it holds on to the sky, just to see the moon.
And maybe that’s why I wake up each day, to get closer to my moon.
A panoramic view from a windmill farm at Pililla, Rizal. Going here was actually kind of a birthday present to me (coz it was a demand slash wish that my friend’s mom granted). I still remember how I didn’t continue taking the panorama because my friend was standing just a few feet away the sign and I thought it wouldn’t look as good if he was in the picture. Seriously though, I couldn’t contain my happiness when I was here.
I always love looking at nature—mountains, oceans, trees, skies, and especially the moon, and I also like being somewhere I’ve never been, that’s why being there at the farm brought me so much joy. It was the best birthday present that I got so far!
Look at me like tigers do to deer—
magnetized, cunning, and greedy.
Notice me as detectives gather clues—
observant, regardful, and determined.
Possess me like how you possess her—
quaint, anxious, and grasping.
Receive my heart and hold me blind,
savor this maiden with loathe in mind.
Treat me as a gift you did not ask,
until all the present turn to past.
As much as I would like to share
My dreams of the future with you
This young woman is still unaware
On how the future of my dreams will do
Instead let us just go back to the past
Where I learned something for the present
A simple remark that was said too fast
Made my mind think up until this moment
It is about the things we possess
People or stuff, material or not
And the inkling that we have less
Anyway here it is before I forgot
You own what others like and you like what others own.
What if you just own what you like and like what you own?