Go On

Yesterday, I met Coach Champ by chance, sitting at the pavilion. He waved, I waved.

Coach: Hindi ka na bumalik at nagpakita, tapos tumataba ka pa ah!

H: Oo nga po eh. Panggabi na po kasi kami sa CE. Kayo rin kaya tumataba! HAHAHA :D

Coach: Isang taon ka pa ‘di ba?

H: Opo, lapit na!

Coach: Alam mo sayang ka... Sayang ka.

Then I felt intolerably embarrassed and pierced. Awkward silence presided over the setting. He had plans for me, BIG plans. Expression of regret in concert with annoyance is visibly evident on my face. As I make an effort to be unruffled and to have sturdy control over my emotions, I informed him that I was with Mountaineering Club, and blah. We finished the casual talk by conversely wishing good lucks. I was shyly uncomfortable, grabe.

From Facebook: "On this day, God wants you to know that it's time you let go. Yes, of course, you want to control so everything happens in just the way you want it. But at the end of the day, we control nothing, - it's all in God's hands, - has always been, and will always be. So, do what you can, and then let go, and let God handle the rest."

My present writings, measured up to my writings few years back, are a disaster and a humiliating failure.

I saw pictures of you smiling, it left me smiling, too. :) Do more of what you’re doing, and keep yourself happy, okay? I'm happy that you're happy. Happy Valentine’s, dreamboy!