Sa panahon natin ngayon parang halos lahat ng bagay pare pareho nalang. Kung baga paulit-ulit. Wala ng bago. Nakagawian.
“I’ll buy roses or maybe I’ll surprise her with a box of ferrero.” Kung hindi tsokalate, bulaklak. Pero actually sa henerasyon natin ngayon, madalas nga okay na ang “emojis” seriously tho. We feel gratified by a Good morning text that includes a virtual kiss, kilig face, or whatever. Kung paanong nag aadvance ang teknolohiya, advance nadin ang paraan ng pagmamahalan(?) I don’t know. Kakaunti na lamang yung mga taong pinaghihirapan mabuti ang isang dalaga, well technically kakaunti nadin naman na ang mga dalagang not “easy to get” It’s like one button away and viola! you got a chick, a really nice chick (well, not sure if she’s really nice) The point is? Everything today is so cliché, everything we do, everything we see, everything we experience always depends on how other people do it. It’s like when you’re not doing this “thing” you are not part of the society. Pero the truth is, it’s not about love that I’ll be talking today, I just had to discuss what cliché is in order for my blog to be lengthy, I mean c’mon guys, intro, right? Hehe.
So here it goes..
When I was a kid, well, mali. Nung high school ako I don’t care about anything except this one thing that I really love. I don’t care about how I look (you can see my photos in fb, if you’re interested and you’ll actually say “oh yeah she really doesn’t care at all) I don’t care how people sees me (Like literally, I’ll wear this so fvck you), I don’t care about my grades (But never nag summer class, can I get an amen?), I don’t care about someone’s opinion (I mean seriously dude, don’t you have your own shits?), I don’t care about lovelife (who needs a boyfriend, when you have a family?) basta I don’t care too much. Not that I don’t care about my friends and other kinda-important stuff. But it just that, life is all about “that thing that I really love”. So kapag nasa state ako ng kalungkatan (of course, no one goes through life unscathed, right?) I just tend to think of the things that makes me happy. I always look back to the things that once made me smile or laugh (like hysterically) experiences that will last forever, memories, little things, and happy thoughts. At pagkatapos nun bigla bigla nalang ako mapapasabe ng “Gago nga ang buhay” because it really is. But what’s good is that I’ll realize that I am lucky enough, strong enough, pretty enough to survive. I mean, dude, I am still studying, I eat 3 times a day(minsan nga 5 times) I have a bed, I have my lovely pets, friends, parents, and more. Napakadaming tao mas mahirap pa ang sitwasyon sayo. May bulag na parating umiiyak kase hindi niya Makita kung ano ba ang itsura ng mundo, but still manage to wake up every morning and smile. May pilay na ngumigiti kahit hindi siya makapag soccer, or even just buy things on her/his own sa grocery stores. May matandang may cancer na tumatawa sa kabila ng lahat ng depresyon o stress na nararanasan niya dahil isang taon o limang buwan nalang ang pwede niyang gugulin sa mundong ito. May batang lansangan na humahagikgik kahit wala siyang permanenteng bahay, at permanenteng…buhay. Kung bibigyan mo lang ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo na tingnan ang mundo and appreciate all the things that you have, you are more than lucky than what you think. Pagkatapos ng lahat ng kashitan na maiisip ko, sooner or later I’m okay again. Because life is like that. Today may not be a good day but later on things will be okay. CLICHE? Oo, pero yan ang katotohanan. Paulit ulit. Wala ng bago. Nakagawian. Pero Masaya, Diba?
When she finally said yes because of the flowers, the chocolates, late night text/calls, bullshit emojis, and your effort, it feels like “Life” ❤
Sa katulad na paraan ganun din ang buhay, when you finally appreciate yourself, your efforts, your achievements and value the things that you have and let go of the past you’ll finally fully understand what life is.
It maybe paulit-ulit. Wala ng bago. Nakagawian. But in the end it will be damn fine, (I mean, okay) and if it’s not damn fine (okay) then it’s not the end. Cliché? well maybe cliche is not that bad at all.