blog to sleep
i never had the chance to have a story book when i was a child. nobody ever told me a bed time story, it was a typical Filipino setting, after 7:30pm you should be off to bed. i was four years old that time, my mom went to manila and i was left with my dad back in davao. normally i sleep close to my mom, but she was not around so i had to be with my dad. my dad is your typical dad, silent and cold yet he is deep as an ocean.
for the first time i had my bed time story, well it was not a typical, mother bear, father bear theme the topic was about life. in plain details, not using baby language my dad told me the story about time and oppurtunity. he knew i was a loner, i rarely go out to play with other kids, i hated the noise of the vehicles and the smell of the drainage nearby. so he told me an incident in his life. he told me friends are friends but when i grow old i must choose wisely, there are things in life that are plainly decieving. he told that life is a thing of many reasons and life can not be outlived, but we can only choose for the future only by living to the present. and success is not measured by all the things you gain in life or all the scars you have in the end.but by the time that you to fall down.
he told me that anything that goes up must come down, sooner or later. and as i was trying to fake a sleep, he concluded, destiny is not a matter of chance… it is a matter of choice. i remembered it so well, that i got a leaping 100 marks on my english composition when i used that phrase when i was in elementary.
but last night as i tried to sleep, i figured out, my father missed the idea of fate. we choose life but life does not choose us, it just happen. living is easy, but feeling is not.
mau
MALAYA!
