For us women, age is never just a number. For instance, 7 means proper schooling; 12 is like the end of grade school; 16 is being in 4th year high school and 18 means one's entry to womanhood.
We associate our age usually with our life events, important happenings which create for us all those lovely memories. But what it is with age that women tend to fear? Do we really have to think that getting a year older means diminution in our physicality? Does it really have to be a negative thing? How about "embracing aging gracefully"? Besides, the no. of years we already spent in life means more than just losing one's fair or beauty.
Always keep a positive mind. Be healthy both in spirit and heart. It will help you outgrow insecurities and negate pessimism in our daily living. I must admit that I was a pessimist most of my life, yet it is only when I reached my late 20's when I finally realized LIFE AS A SPRING OF HOPE AND LOVE.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Leaving no stone unturned...
Today, i have received a great news! I finally have the chance to see if i can really write and be a writer! I have been relying on friends who keep on telling me that my writing is good. Of course, i want to believe them but the truth of the matter is- i don't.
I think it has something to do with the fact that i've written so many works,as in essays,articles and none of which have been read by many, in fact, no one from my immediate family knows that i do write. Fear of rejection- i think, is my enemy. My sense of insecurity always denies me the pleasure to believe and have faith in myself. But for years now, i am still pursuing my interest.
When i got married, i became a stay-at-home wife, and have not worked since. For seven years, i have been writing about almost anything and i keep each paper,folded and hidden. At a time when frustration got the best of me, i got rid of them all and have it burnt. Sad but true, that sometimes, the most important things have to be sacrificed just because i have not had the courage to stay true to myself.
But now, it's different. After my grandfather's demise, i have told myself that living my life means putting everything else in proper perspective- that i will try to be a better person; be more considerate of others; believe that change need not to be fearing nor gruesome but welcoming. And by the time i sent that very email, i knew that there is no turning back.
At this point, i still remember that day when a friend and I adapted the phrase- "believe in yourself". Yes, simple but life-changing.
I think it has something to do with the fact that i've written so many works,as in essays,articles and none of which have been read by many, in fact, no one from my immediate family knows that i do write. Fear of rejection- i think, is my enemy. My sense of insecurity always denies me the pleasure to believe and have faith in myself. But for years now, i am still pursuing my interest.
When i got married, i became a stay-at-home wife, and have not worked since. For seven years, i have been writing about almost anything and i keep each paper,folded and hidden. At a time when frustration got the best of me, i got rid of them all and have it burnt. Sad but true, that sometimes, the most important things have to be sacrificed just because i have not had the courage to stay true to myself.
But now, it's different. After my grandfather's demise, i have told myself that living my life means putting everything else in proper perspective- that i will try to be a better person; be more considerate of others; believe that change need not to be fearing nor gruesome but welcoming. And by the time i sent that very email, i knew that there is no turning back.
At this point, i still remember that day when a friend and I adapted the phrase- "believe in yourself". Yes, simple but life-changing.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
"Pagtangis"
Sa pusong labis na balot ng lungkot,
Yaring hinagpis mariing bumabalot,
Mga luhang wangis ay tuyong talulot,
Sa nagdaang panahon, wari'y pahintulot.
Ang mga pusong hanap ay kabigkis,
Sa mga naulila, tanikala ang kaparis.
Hangad na pangako, di tuluyang bumalik,
Sa isang naghihintay, na bigong umiibig.
Sa pisngi ng kalahatan, may ilog na tumatangis,
Karimlan ay dusa sa kapalarang malupit.
Panahong lumipas, tila araw na sumilip,
Nagbabagang lungkot ang tanging alumpihit.
Yaring hinagpis mariing bumabalot,
Mga luhang wangis ay tuyong talulot,
Sa nagdaang panahon, wari'y pahintulot.
Ang mga pusong hanap ay kabigkis,
Sa mga naulila, tanikala ang kaparis.
Hangad na pangako, di tuluyang bumalik,
Sa isang naghihintay, na bigong umiibig.
Sa pisngi ng kalahatan, may ilog na tumatangis,
Karimlan ay dusa sa kapalarang malupit.
Panahong lumipas, tila araw na sumilip,
Nagbabagang lungkot ang tanging alumpihit.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
my first...
In life, we opt to decide on a lot of things- career, personal life, purpose. But each day presents a list of possibilities. We can decide when to start something new or to be satisfied with what we have presently.
I created this blog so i can finally do my first love- writing. When i was in school, my friends thought that i have this gift of gab.I can easily converse and speak what's in my mind. Yet, my own issues prevented me from pursuing writing as i content myself with writing journals for my own seeing. I have seen people who write and have their own blogs, i want to really emulate them and initiate it myself. I guess, after a long reprieve, i've decided to break my silence and take on the challenge to finally be heard through my words. A wonderful feeling indeed!
I created this blog so i can finally do my first love- writing. When i was in school, my friends thought that i have this gift of gab.I can easily converse and speak what's in my mind. Yet, my own issues prevented me from pursuing writing as i content myself with writing journals for my own seeing. I have seen people who write and have their own blogs, i want to really emulate them and initiate it myself. I guess, after a long reprieve, i've decided to break my silence and take on the challenge to finally be heard through my words. A wonderful feeling indeed!
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