“One of the reasons I still breathe is that I know we will find each other soon. That maybe in this life, I’ll get the chance to be with you again. I would get a blind shot at reuniting with you. You would find me, would you? Will we know when we meet? Will we see behind human predicaments? Or shall we meet in our next lifetime? I don't know. More imponderables.”
I hold on to these kinds of notions rather than on to human reasons. It might kill me some day or it might make me inspired about life. Once, I got the choice of being wise and logical than being whimsical. I've got my fair share of warnings and eventually consequences. But if there is anything I would do, I would believe in the next constant to change, love. To incorporate that with logic and survival is the challenge of my existence.
Language may separate us as a people. I've read somewhere that after the Great Flood, when the people were ALL together, they could understand each other, they spoke only one language, they dwelt in one place. Men, women, animals alike. And then they built the tower of Babel. It was said God decided to separate them; make them speak different language, and be on different locations. Why? It beats me. Maybe a threat to tyranny or whatever, the point is, if there is one force other than religion or fanaticism that connects us again, its love.
I guess I'm not making a point. I guess being a bum alone at home during valentines when everyone is so excited and happy makes my mood like this. My pork adobo was too salty, my stir-fried bitter melon was over cooked, I'm broke and it’s Monday. **sigh**
Maybe next year I could write a blog with more sense than this one.
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