The Piano in the Room

Funny how this thing pulled me out off my sleep – to write! I’ve gotten asleep with my little girl in one arm. Just a while ago, I had a vivid dream that I was playing a piano inside this room – ala Richard Clayderman in a Victorian setting. Cold, my fingers never seemed to hit the right keys nor the right symphony. I rushed to think to recall any melodies but seemed to ran out of one. Moments by, there seemed to be strings of notes I can now recognize as a little bit of music. But, fragments of symphony wears out every time. Faded into echoing nothingness. I seemed to form beautiful strings of notes on the right hand but nasty on the other.

Somebody told me from within me: What I was doing was beautiful but only, notes are not orchestrated well. There seemed to be relevance to this with the real setting in me today: That, a lot of things needs polishing up and a bloody practice makes things perfect. That is of course, if I keep my head on the goal and my heart strong every step of the way.

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Would You Wear This?

 

Today at the China town, the temperature is so humid my blood sugar pumped up my brain I could feel headache already. Despite this and the busy street, I held my wife’s hands on our stroll.

Partly, I had to hold her hands so, I would not leave her behind on our proselyte of the Uranguren Street China town for mobile stocks. I would usually entangle into mild arguments with her whenever she would make a halt for some incomprehensively quick nor ‘wait a while’ check up of whatever catches her eyes.

But, this one catches both our eyes alright. I am not usually fond of stuff girlies but these colors were just fun to watch. Just as usual, the Chinese owner would claim few gems or marbles are original like the green and the blue ones. Others are synthetic. Nevertheless, I think I love to watch her wear it. Might bring some luck to our transactions that day on.

After a while, five minutes or so, with my eyebrows lined depressed and mood boiled up by the heat of the day, I would ask, “Are you buying? Which one did you choose?”. She would then reply, “Nope, too expensive … but I like it”. Or, “too fancy! We’ll come back next time.”

I am usually a fast walker and she just can not stand the cadence. Sometimes I suspect she would make a halt on purpose because she like me holding her hands on our proselytes. Of course, I am considerate and would usually suppress my negative moods and would just think of it that way.

I only I own a nice air-conditioned car today. But, I don’t. So, I have to bear the nasty walks of the streets of Davao City. Someday, soon enough, this kind of struggle might change. Ahead of time, just in case, indeed if things should get really great for me here, I would never forget that things great in life are grown mountains because of great first steps and endurance of the walks in life. Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying this moments of walking under the sun with my love of my life.

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At the Funeral Today

   

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Dawn of Life

Somehow, I kept thinking nature conveys a message far too greater than human understanding. It is personal. It is religious. It is specially rhetorical.

Nobody has really understood why we came into being when we do not understand our plan. We dwindle when we don’t recognize the love of our God.

It seemed senseless we came out of this world and exit on sixty-five to seventy years of age on average. Or, sometimes, sudden.

But, good people lives on in the hearts of those who surrounds him or her; or those that she had touched her life with; strength and passion of being.

Life is, indeed short but far more meaningful because we had been given the privilege to embrace life and its facets; and take part in His plan of the renewal process.

Death is defied by the ones who died a good person. Death is in the palm of our hands when we believe there is a God that loves us. And, death consumes our flesh but not our souls.

Everyday should always be meaning to everyone who seeks His face. God utters His message in some special ways. Like perhaps, when faith is tested – a friend of faith is meet. God appears in anyone’s person and the one who is despaired is consoled by the hands of those dear.

Me and my wife kept a vigil of her grandmother’s death at her residence in Denaville, Maa. Last night has been worthwhile. Reflective – should I say. And, was quite theatrical. Such that, my drooling for sleep was repelled instantly. Few relatives just can seemed to settle the vigil without a drink. And liquor is commonly twinned with the tendency of violence.

The picture above was taken quarter minutes to five this morning just on our way home. Somehow, someone, some soul must have been born on that distant horizon.

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A Long Weeks of Hiatus

   

Well, my friend. I’ve been extremely busy this past several weeks. Exhausting, but it’s worth it. I will not be able to update this blog with new posts for a while. Please visit my photo blog site instead. See what I see in my short daily adventures – wither it be pleasure or livelihood.

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