On Living With Pain

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So, you get hurt. Big deal. One thing I learned about living is that, “Pain is inevitable.” The moment you are able to come to terms with that, you realize that pain, really, is just a wonderful front act. You get hurt, once in a while, with some periods more painful than the others. The danger really is, not in not enduring pain, developing an addiction to pain. When you look forward to it, when you see it as an exciting turn of events, that is when the real problem arises.

If pain is the only thing that we are looking forward to, we need to be reminded that this is not the end point. We need to believe that we are worthy of happiness, the kind of happiness that just brushes off the occasional hurt. We should never be scared of happy endings, we should never doubt that happy endings are just that, happy endings.

Not so long ago, I got into a discussion about retail and wholesale happiness. I think, it shouldn’t be an issue. I think that we should take happiness as what it simply is… pure and unadulterated happiness. We should enjoy it without fearing that at one point, it will stop. In reality, chances are, there will be pain. But happiness doesn’t stop when you’re in pain. In the same way that love does not disappear when the person you love end up hurting you. Happiness does not cease to exist, it just becomes more challenging to recognize and feel.

Be happy. Get hurt, and choose to be happy still. Only when you start letting pain get to you that you lose your chance to live. Believe and claim it.

Live with pain but don’t live IN it.

The Deviant Love

Some stare into each other’s eyes,

while we take quick glimpses and sideway glances.

Together, they dream of forever,

Yet we, for what seems like forever, dream of “together.”

They hold hands,
and instead, we hold hearts.

And when they make love,

we wait to see what love will make of us.

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What's the origin of your name?

Eunice fem. proper name, from L., from Gk. Eunike, lit. "victorious," from eu- "well" + nike "victory."

ZULEIKA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Literature
Pronounced: zoo-LAY-kə
Possibly means "brilliant beauty" in Persian. According to medieval legends this was the name of Potiphar's wife in the Bible. She has been the subject of many poems and tales.

I'm an open book.

The One [that Got Away]

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In the context of, “I’m so bored… at wala NANAMAN akong issues,” I shall write today about that really sucky concept we call, “The one that got away.”

A majority of the men and women in this paawa sad world will, without batting their eyelashes, tell you that they have it. The person whom they think will be the perfect guy / girl for their very own fairytale, the person whom they consider to have loved most but didn’t end up staying, the selfish, cruel, manhid, stupid person who cannot seem to figure it out as described in a novel written by the person who was left behind. This person plays different roles, from the best friend, to the Romeo-ish acquaintance whom your family / barkada hates, to the bad guy whom you claim to have a soft side that only you can tap into, to that guy whom you would have wanted to hook up with if only he did not date your sister/best friend/friend/ sorority sister/ cousin/ boss / officemate first.

Bottom line, you wouldn’t want a prisoner for a lover. When you love, you offer a part of you, or maybe the whole of who you are. It is consummated by a meeting of the hearts. That’s just it, a simple yes or no. There is nothing in between. Believe me, I have been through this “the one that got away” boat for too long and if there is one thing I learned, it would be that, “An escape is always voluntary.” If a person got away, it just means that he chose to get away. More importantly, the person chose to get away from you.

So, shake it off and never ever look back.  Let the one that got away - get away. Keep in mind that you are worth being still with. For someone, you are worth staying and waiting for. 

Mang yari Lamang

Mang yari Lamang
by Rico Abelardo

Mang yari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nagma hal
nang makita ng lahat
ang mukha ng pag– ibig
ipa malas ang tamis
ng malalim na pagkakau nawaan
sa mga mal abo ang paningin
mang yari lamang ay tumayo rin
ang mga nagma hal at nasawi
nang makita ng lahat
ang mga sugat ng isang bayani
ipadama ang pait ng kabiguan
habang ipinag bubunyi
ang walang kat u lad na kag itin gan
ng isang nagtaya
mang yari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nan gangam bang magma hal
nang makita ng lahat
ang kilos ng isang bata
ipa malas ang kat a p atan ng damdamin
na pilit ikinukubli
ng pusong lumaki sa mga engkanto at diwatamang yari lamang ay tumayo
ang mga nagma hal, mina hal at ini wan
ngu nit handa pa ring magma hal
nang makita ng lahat ang yaman ng karanasan
ipa malas ang kato to hanang nasak si han
nang mag ing makahu lu gan
ang mga pagh ag ul gol
at sa mga nana natil ing nakaupo
mang yari lamang ay dahan– dahang tumalilis
papal abas sa nakan gan gang pinto
umuwi na kayo
at sum batan ang mga mag u lang
na nag palaki ng isang halimaw
at sa lahat ng nai wang nakatayo
mang yari lamang ay hagkan ang isa’t isa
at yakapin ang mga sug atan
mabuhay tay ong lahat na nag sisikap na mak a ba lik
sa ating pinagmulan
at higit sa lahat mag pat u loy
sa pagmamahal.

The Conversation We Never Had

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“So it was me. It has always been me?” You asked.

I rolled my eyes and blurted out, “Yes. It WAS.”

Way before you liked them, way before all your stories

Of admiration thrown at unsuspecting friends,

Way before I realized that it was never ME.

Weighing what I feel, if I still feel

and when I started feeling you wrote, “Why?”

“I was stupid.” In the same way that you were.

For not loving me. For not holding me.

Or maybe you were just being honest.

Too honest for my own sake.

“Did you ever love me?” I shouted.

With pity you answered, “Never.”

I nodded and smiled. “Kinda figured that out.”

Now fuck off. For real. For--ever.

The Guilt that We Built

But every time you look at me,
(Or is it I who look at you?)

 I see it.

 Through your eyes
You say “Sorry.”

 And through my smile
I plea,
“Set me free.”

I can finally be me
when you leave
and let me be.

 - "The Guilt that We Built"
@legallyblunt 

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>This is what democracy should be all about, having the right to vote your candidate without being judged for it. If we honestly believe that the other is making a mistake in voting his candidate, let that person commit that mistake. If these candidates really want a better Philippines, they should be able to help even if they lose. That is how true public service should emerge. Kapit lang, PILIPINAS.

The Meeting of the Minds

We used to hear I love you’s
haphazardly uttered,
displays of affection
indiscriminately shown

and we wondered, how far
should we have gone to fulfill
these spur of the moment promises
that were conditionally thrown?

After we experienced these silly
butterflies in our stomachs,
after every possible sweet nothing
had been cherished,
after all the mind games
had been solved,

How did we get
into this
then priceless,
now dragging
obligation that, sadly, got old?

What will our decision be?
Will you be with me
or let me be?


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What They Add Up To

I can see clearly now.

What used to be a series of blurred promises
Have become a series of encrypted messages
DECODED.

Now, the message has come across.
You were saying NO to that THING.
Because NO and THING add up
To NOTHING.

@LegallyBlunt,
"What it Adds Up To"

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Free-falling with Faith

We try to do it on our own. Our pride stops us from acknowledging that there are things that are out of our control. We forget that when things are going our way, it is because God deems it appropriate.

How could we forget?  Why would we forget? When did we forget? Who are we forgetting?

Jesus died for us. It is the ultimate sacrifice. It is the ultimate act of salvation that made us whole. The least we can do is to try to be worthy of this sacrifice. We are not asked to be perfect, instead, we are asked to accept God in our lives. It is so easy to lose track of our spirituality. In a way of life that glorifies all things that are worldly, it is too easy to forget. Forgetting has become the general rule instead of being an exception.

I sometimes forget, too. Yet every day, I am reminded, because everything I have, everything I dream of, everything I experience cannot be the result of my actions alone. Everything is beyond me. There is too much beauty in my life that I find myself questioning Him of why am I blessed with these things. But I also learned that if you live a life with God, the last thing you would want and need to do is to question Him.

When you miss feeling close to God, you’re missing the point. God never leaves. He’s always near. All we need to do is open our hearts and let Him in. Faith is a challenging virtue. Free-falling with faith is hard but definitely rewarding. When you freefall with faith, you don’t really fall… instead, you find yourself floating, flying over all superficial issues that are not worth doubting for.

Nothing is worth doubting for. When you live with faith, that’s when you really start living.