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it's been a long time since I last wrote something....here it is.... It's a bit.....I don't know..argh!!! galeeet na galeeet ako.. I don't know why.... pero ewn....ito yung nagwa ko.....and it doesn't sound "galit".....haha!!!!!!!!! this is a story of a girl.......of me!!!!haha!!! ewan!!!!!
I was 8 once…
And when I look up, I always see the sun staring and glaring at me, as if it’s trying to tell me something. As if it’s an eye of someone who’s always there, looking, and just waiting for me to acknowledge him. When I looked up, I felt special and safe.
I was once 12…
And when I look up, I always notice something different in the sky. I didn’t see just the sun, but also the stars hiding in the clouds. I saw how the clouds move incessantly. I realized that through the process of precipitation, water fall down from the clouds, that if it merges with the wrong air elements such as pollution, it could produce the so-called “acid rain”. When I looked up, I saw the sun, the blue sky, the clouds, planes, and birds.
I was once 16…
And when I look up, I only see that big space out there. I sense this uniquely unusual feeling of loneliness. I think of things that are more important in my life. I don’t allow myself to waste a single minute just to look up; I can just always look it up in the encyclopedia or in other similar materials. I have to realize what I want in life, and after realizing, I must start planning and doing something about it. When I look up, I just hurt my eyes and my neck, so why should I even bother?
I looked up, just now… didn’t see anything… it was because I was not looking with my heart…. I was just “physically’ looking up, didn’t even bother to deeply feel the experience. As I continue on my walk…I realized…. It’s these moments that I must always try to continue on doing and remembering if I wanted to find myself. Just by looking up at the sun, shows how I’ve lived my life. When I was 8, I was so full of fascination, wonder, faith and belief. When I was 12, I learned plenty in school, and I learned well…When I was 16… I lost myself. I lost the spirit I once had. I tried looking for something I already have. I made mistakes. And I will still make them, but in those times, I’d be wiser and stronger. I am 17 now….and after a few months, I’ll be writing down:
I was once 17…
And when I look up, I always see the sun…….
When I looked up….. the sun’s still there…..and I’m still here…..yep….though a little despondent and cynical, I’m still here…. Proud to be perplexed.
