When will I say it’s time to have a break?

But I don’t think it’s a game. I feel it; anxious as I am, I don’t really get the point. Just thinking more deeper and deeper these past few days. I mentioned about my schedules last time but seems it’s not just the one I’m thinking about. 

And so I ask myself, “Am I losing my balance now…? I hope not!” I can still go back and start again… Oh thoughts… I want silence now…

As many life gurus would say, “Live life at the moment!” Indeed, they’re saying that life must be enjoyed, let go of worries and anxieties, and enjoy the present. But for me, though I believe that living at the present moment is essential, it becomes difficult when I see the difficulties face to face. That’s reality. I tend to tremble and then panic.

But it’s the fact that I am at the point of confusion. Let me think about it; maybe one difficulty at a time… Thanks for reading…

The earliest memory I had about my father was when I was four. That was when he was still a young father; aged 23. This memory is still vivid and I always treasure it. This was the memory with a young father, carrying his little son on his shoulder: a great love for me.

Every time we attend Mass at the Cathedral, it was always followed by a simple meal at a carenderia. A close family-bonding was being developed since I was a child.  As I was growing up, he was always a man-of-few-words yet full of influences to me. I learned from him to be strong and to be independent since he was also my first teacher. What a heck when you are taught to read while crying at the same time? I have experienced that which I became thankful at the end. I learned how to read! Continue Reading »