students always knock me off my feet every time they butt-in during my class discussions. it makes me always think of why my students ask me questions about my love life! in fact, they would've asked anything pertaining to what we have been discussing. but then again, i would've not entertained them anyway! nothing could i do anyhow yet they insist me that i should give my response.
bakit nga ba kasi nagmamahal ang mga tao? bakit nga ba?
i answered them. to love and being loved is actually one of the happiest things in life. to be loved is actually not a want. it is a need. i added, we love because we need to be loved. it is human nature to love. and that makes us different to the other species. perhaps we give because, anyhow, we are anticipating that we will be given back what we have given in return.
and so i explained. since they were seeking!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Man I Really Loved
People say at times that quitting is a game that losers play. But they didn’t know quitting is a way one would escape hurt and pain.
AJ is surrounded by some kids. They are all asking and requesting AJ to tell a story for them.
‘Alright!’ He said. Then he started.
Allen grew up in a family next to the city’s fuzzy and busy life. His family members then pick up the mess of a relapsing familial situation once abound with richness and all that. Crazy it was for him stumping all his madness, staggering everyone’s nostalgia; after all he was a kid. He was a kid blameless of the faulty deeds and acts. Innocent he was from all the penalties of a cruel, foolish-driven life. He was a kid. They knew he knew nothing. Yet he knew he was.
Years had gone. He already knew but he tried to be like he was. Pretentious man he had become for what the time had made him was the time that taught him to lie.
Years had again passed, and another year had taught him to lie. Allen used to lie to escape the rebuke of intimidating eyes. Allen used to tell a lie just not to get embarrassed. Allen now again lies just to break out from people’s intrusion of his exotic-erotically indulged affection toward another of his own. He kept on lying.
Pretending would have caused one a pain. Yet pretending would have made one run away from another pain.
Then he was into a new life. He would have been happy with his new friends. The people he had handled and shared the why’s, the how’s, the what’s, and almost the all-about things on other people’s lives had he started to realize he was into another person’s life. He had taught no dogmas. He had shared as far as his limited knowledge can. He kept reminding that one has to stand tall and fight for what one believes is right, as long as no other people are slighted.
There was one thing he knew it never was and he was not able to anticipate. He was taught. He was reminded of the things he shared in the boulevard of knowledge, which he called himself. You said fight for the things you believe is right! But he did! He shut his mouth knowing other people might get hurt.
Experience taught me that fighting temptations make me strong. But the trouble with fighting temptations is you might not get the second chance. --- fighting temptations
And so Allen didn’t have any. Perhaps, it’s better for him to lie and get hurt, than tell the truth and let other people get hurt.
‘But how is Allen now?,’ one says.
‘He has been taught! And he tries to learn!’ AJ replied.
In AJ’s mind: But it’s too late! I hope I was Allen, even just for a minute! That I may know what he really felt for me! But he has his own life now! And I do have mine!
AJ is surrounded by some kids. They are all asking and requesting AJ to tell a story for them.
‘Alright!’ He said. Then he started.
Allen grew up in a family next to the city’s fuzzy and busy life. His family members then pick up the mess of a relapsing familial situation once abound with richness and all that. Crazy it was for him stumping all his madness, staggering everyone’s nostalgia; after all he was a kid. He was a kid blameless of the faulty deeds and acts. Innocent he was from all the penalties of a cruel, foolish-driven life. He was a kid. They knew he knew nothing. Yet he knew he was.
Years had gone. He already knew but he tried to be like he was. Pretentious man he had become for what the time had made him was the time that taught him to lie.
Years had again passed, and another year had taught him to lie. Allen used to lie to escape the rebuke of intimidating eyes. Allen used to tell a lie just not to get embarrassed. Allen now again lies just to break out from people’s intrusion of his exotic-erotically indulged affection toward another of his own. He kept on lying.
Pretending would have caused one a pain. Yet pretending would have made one run away from another pain.
Then he was into a new life. He would have been happy with his new friends. The people he had handled and shared the why’s, the how’s, the what’s, and almost the all-about things on other people’s lives had he started to realize he was into another person’s life. He had taught no dogmas. He had shared as far as his limited knowledge can. He kept reminding that one has to stand tall and fight for what one believes is right, as long as no other people are slighted.
There was one thing he knew it never was and he was not able to anticipate. He was taught. He was reminded of the things he shared in the boulevard of knowledge, which he called himself. You said fight for the things you believe is right! But he did! He shut his mouth knowing other people might get hurt.
Experience taught me that fighting temptations make me strong. But the trouble with fighting temptations is you might not get the second chance. --- fighting temptations
And so Allen didn’t have any. Perhaps, it’s better for him to lie and get hurt, than tell the truth and let other people get hurt.
‘But how is Allen now?,’ one says.
‘He has been taught! And he tries to learn!’ AJ replied.
In AJ’s mind: But it’s too late! I hope I was Allen, even just for a minute! That I may know what he really felt for me! But he has his own life now! And I do have mine!
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