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Tip Toe Through The Exercise of Reason

28/03/2025

The Flight

467 miles mean nothing to me until I can no longer see your plane. I used to think it was flying that scarred me the most, but I’ve come to realize, it was watching you leaving. All this time I thought I am strong — yet, each step farther from you proves how weak and fragile I am. I miss you, I really do, but how do I make you feel the weight of it like I do?

19/03/2025

Yes or No

The hardest choices in life do not always come in the form of a dilemma or a conflict of interest, but sometimes in the simple struggles of everyday life—deciding what pair of clothes to wear, how much sugar to put in a cup of coffee, or whether to take the longer, scenic route or the quicker, familiar one.

Often, if not most of the time, we become so preoccupied with life's deep and big questions—questions that seem revolutionary significant—that we overlook simpler yet equally important ones: whether to smile at a passing stranger or offer alms to someone in need.

Each and one of us is guilty but no one wants to pay attention. We continue moving through life beneath a banner that boldly declares, "Mind your own business." Indeed, we comfort ourselves with the illusion of progress and evolution. But the harsh truth remains: we exist within a brute reality, governed by the ruthless law of survival of the fittest. In fact, there is a minute comparison to be made—animals in their zoos fare better, for they at least breathe a moment of fresh air. In our world, however, every breath we take is saturated with selfish interests, choking us with the weight of our collective indifferences.

The problem lies not because we are different from one another, but because we are trying so hard to be in accord with everyone, assuming that whatever is construed and spoken by many should govern, while those who remain silent will inevitably be governed.

Even the subject of this dramatic writing is vague, isn't quite contradictory? Well, if you reached reading up this point, congratulations, there is still humanity that is left in you. Earlier, you asked yourself a very simple question, to read this or not? For those who have not reached this, it is not in their interest. But for you, it is. See, the world is driven by choices sometimes if not always are conflicting. From the moment you decide to read this, and reached this point, shows that an easy yes or no question to read or not can sometimes be the question that will show the simple reality that we neglect.

15/03/2025

DP1

They say revenge is not to be sought, for karma oversees all things. But I tell you this—lay so much as a finger on the hair or the hem of someone I love, then you will realize that hell is not what haunts you after death. No, hell is the presence of hate, whom you never know when to strike and as to what extent it will consume.

When you are ready to bleed someone then you might as well be prepared to be skinned.

If you earnestly wish to gouge out one eye, lay out your two eyes first.

In certain circumstances it is not an eye for an eye but a body for a wound.

For price is set not by fairness, but by the fury of the wronged.

Before you try to lit up a match, remember that fire does not choose what it burns. And some flames, once lit, will never die.

12/03/2025

Inconvenient Love.

I don't want a love that is expected. I don't want to see it coming, nor feel its certainty. I don't want to be chosen simply because I do all the things that you love. I never desired to be loved as a gift.

I want you to love me when loving feels nothing. I want it to happen not because it should, but because it cannot be helped. I want a love that defies the weight of intention. I don’t want love to be free, but a warrant, unearned and undeniable.

I don't want to be loved as someone who deserves that love, but because it is impossible not to.

10/03/2025

TL1970.

To love someone for eternity is also to forgive someone unrelentlessly, just as how the waves wash away the writings on the sand as it embraces its flaws.

To look into the eyes without any hesitation, doubt, or fear, for the beloved knows her lover and the lover knows his beloved.

To accept and never to reject, to suffer and willingly bleed, to yield and, if necessary, to kneel.

For to love is a commitment, a decision, and a choice; it is not merely words or actions but a supplication of both understanding and faith.

It is not martyrdom that I speak of, but love—love that has been forgotten, love that died when hearts learned to reason.

Love began to think of things—of race, status, occupation, and wealth. It started to change; once pumping to give, now it longs to acquire, to hold, and to keep.

It becomes the self. It becomes the ego. It separates from the soul, but it is not that it cannot be reconciled, for separation means it is once held tight, united, and one.

Let us remember this kind of love, that it may live, for love does not die; it dwells within those who believe.

10/03/2025

P9

Let it be hidden from them which sights are defiled and unscrupulous.
That thy grace be not tainted and feasted with their disheveled mouth.
Oh Grail! Bid me to conceal you to the depths of my heart,
And let not my ways be taken as an act of cowardy and deceitfulness but of love.
It is not unto my liking that thy be disheartened and taunted by uncertainties.
But sanction my words as a pride of my being that by all means shows my nobility.
Never shall I utter any promise, but by blood every actions be fulfilled.
Steer clear of my sentiments and permit my words to be witness against myself hence I forgot my duties.
Me anima only belongs to you my quintessentially dearest, Grail-solos perseque.

10/03/2025

P8

We keep looking at greater things in different places, people, and events - searching for pinnacles trying to reach the hem of the heavens. We keep looking for treasures and depths where we think there's much more to discover beneath and above the Earth's surface. Yet, we very neglect what's in our plain sight: the obvious and most significant little details that are dancing infront of us. They are not hidden but we missed to appreciate their existence due to the things we thought perhaps greater than these. Conversely, it is those small details that are the most essential for the heart. Not everyone heareth the beats of their heart; they seem clueless about the rhythm and confused because of their suppresed emotions and naive desires. Now, put your hand in your chest where your heart is, then close your eyes, get involved with how your heart beats and listen to every detail it gives - goosebumps. Isn't it mystical? That for a certain moment you stopped thinking about those greater things, all those worries and pressures to get this and that, and the only thing that you can feel is the warmth of your heart. The greatest things are not found in utopia nor in the journey to the center of the earth but what lies inside of our very hearts. The greatest treasures are not what this earth could offer but what we hold dear. We should always remember that not all that shines have greater value than sparks that ignited passion in our hearts. It is those things that makes us want to live and have the fear of death.

10/03/2025

P7

You know what? I became relaxed and overly confident these past few days. I slightly take things lightly without considering any repercussions—thinking that unattended tea will always be warm. Thereupon, unbeknownst to me, it started to grow cold and wane. The tea is drained, and its cup is treating me apathetically mundane. But, wait, I know I don't have the right to complain, but before everything's spilled, let me give light in the middle of this rain. Indubitably, mea culpa, prithee before you disdain me, unknowingly, bid me my apology. On no occasion that you are forgotten, nor for heavenly sake, I ponder about leaving you. Not once have I ever desired my absence to be the occurrence of your pain—but it did. For a while, I became insensitive and bore witness against myself to many unprecedented shortcomings I committed. However, spare me the confusion; I have never changed nor looked upon another's woman soul the way how I gazed upon your eyes. If only you could see yourself through the lens of my perception, then you'll see chivalry is not dead. It's still kicking, and I am glad you're the cause of why my pupils dilate and my heart races whenever it hears your name. So, it's not true that I lost interest in you; I am just bewildered by my own cause and not thinking that I can lose you in the process of winning myself. I know it's very cliché, but let me help with your suspense that I am having my worst days. Every time I lit a cig, you reminded me of that spark from the lighter—the warmth under that lamppost on that very cold evening shade. I wish there were more nights like those where everything froze, and all I could see was your smile that could light up the whole town. However, not all nights are filled with rainbows and butterflies because sometimes there will be tears and heavy hearts—melancholic themes and unending fights. Our relationship was too perfect at first that time find a lot if ways to ruin it.
Albeit be ruined, it will always be my home and hence you will always be my comfort. My dearest, mademoiselle.

10/03/2025

TGL.

Dalisay ang agos ng tubig sa ibabaw, habang ang simbuyo ng mga alon ay nagtatagisan sa lalim.
Payapa ang guhit-tagpuan ngunit ang bawat hampas ng mga hangin nito'y nagsasalpukan.
Sa pag usbong ng mga bagong kumpas ay siya ring pag laya ng mga naunang kalansing.
At ang bawat indak at pag padyak ng mga paa sa lupa'y sinundan ng paglagas ng mga dahon.
Sa pagsibol ng araw at hudyat ng pagkalas ay sasalubungin ng dapit hapong dala ay rehas.
Patuloy ang pagsiklab ng mga dugong gustong maging malaya sa kandadong realidad na ang sagot sa lahat ng problema ay pera.
Hindi mali ang paglaban ngunit kung ito'y isang patak ng tubig sa malawak na karagatan ay isa itong katangahan.
Sa pagkat ang pagpupumiglas ay hindi nagpapakita ng talino bagkos ito'y pagiging bulag sa katayuan.
Lumaban ka, ngunit piliin mo kung anong laban ang kaya mong labanan.

10/03/2025

Kagabin-on.

Sa kahilom sa kahawanan ang kasikas ra sa mga dahon ang madungog.
Ang huyuhoy sa kadagatan nagadalag alimyon nga makatulog.
Apan sa dihang nagadamgo ang tanan, naay ubang gapabiling ga sagmuyo.
Kanus-a bang taknaa maka higop ug sabaw dili lang kay tuyo (bulad).
Pasensya kung medyo lahom ko nag sugod ug panungkad.
Kay ug sa babaw pud ko magsugod talidhay ra ang madawat.
Karong lahi na ang pinulongan, lahi napud ang madunggan.
Kay ang balita di na ma tabas-tabas ug mabilinhon na ang padulngan.
Sige sugod ta sa laud, sa lugar na ang kahayag di na makaabot.
Diring lugara dili ang adlaw ang suga, kay ang ga dila-ab paningkamot.
Hasta ka ngit-ngit, walay makab-ot kung ang tiil mag pabiling limyo ug humot.
Kinahanglang hugaw sa ka una ayha kaon kay ayha hukad una ang pag hugas sa kamot.
Kayahay sa kinabuhi nga naanad sa matahom nga pagpuyo.
Apan naay uban kinabuhi nga di mabuhig way lantugi kada buntag sayo.
Pamahaw, pani-udto, panihapon lalis, ma hapsay ra ug mag-ulan.
Kay kung mubundak na ganig-kusog wala nay isturya madawatan.
"Hala sige bundak ulan" ingun ang mga adunahan na gapasiulan sa dalan.
Kay dili man sila ang mag payong sulod sa ilang mga pinuy-an.
Grabe ilang agik-ik kay talagsa raman sila bugnawon.
Apan naay uban nga wapa nakasulay ug init nga kan-on.
Seryoso naba kaayo or nasubraan ra katinuod ang gusto isulod sa alimpatakan.
Ako raning nag isturya nga ako rapuy nakadungog sa akong kasabaan.
Kung ang pag duyog sa mga bituon maoy tagubtub sa kasing-kasing sa uban.
Ang akoa lang dili lang unta ang pangandoy sa uban ang musiga ra diha sa kawanangan.

10/03/2025

The Sea and the Wall -

When the sea grows accustomed to hurling her fierce waves against the wall, she no longer imagines it fragile, breakable, or easily shattered. Instead, she admires its steadfastness, her waves pounding relentlessly, as if the wall were born unyielding. Yet, she forgets that once, this wall was soft, tender, vulnerable. Not once does it cross her mind that the endless assault of her waves, over time, erodes the wall’s core—weakening it, piece by piece, fragment by fragment, crack by crack. She sees these cracks as the wall’s willing embrace of her tides, unaware that this acceptance drains its spirit. She rejoices in the change, in the transformation she wrought, loving it so deeply that she fails to see how the wall fades beneath her touch. In her triumph, she neglects the wall, blind to how her love devours what she adores. If only the wall could speak, but it cannot, for it is only a wall. The sea and her waves will always return, but the wall’s very existence was born from the need to embrace the sea. Without the sea and her waves, the wall would never have stood where it does. The wall is defined by the sea, yet the sea sees only an obstacle, a hindrance to her boundless flow, something that interrupts her freedom. Now, as time has eroded the wall’s strength, as it crumbles under the weight of what it once held, it can no longer stand against the waves. The sea is free, flowing unbound, while the wall, no longer a wall, fades into fragments. In losing its strength, the wall has become what it was always meant to be—dust, no longer holding, no longer resisting. The sea moves on, indifferent, while the wall is forgotten.

10/03/2025

Love Likee a Child.

I don't understand love, it is revealing as it may seem but subtle in its every ways. It is tender and soft when it touch but rough and hard when it grips. It is comforting but demanding and simple yet complex. It craves the sting of rejection from its desires over the hollow acceptance from what it is not. It does not long for pain, yet chooses the sorrows worthy of being suffered. It has no certainty nevertheless the foundation of trust. It is partly happy and partly sad; a tear of joy, a weep of sorrow intertwined. Thus, in love, understanding is futile, but being in love is not. Love is best lived rather than dissected. The mind is not made to unravel the mysteries of the heart—let alone the mysteries of two. Let its storms sweep you away, its magic carry you; dance to its hidden rhythms, play to its silent songs. Love with a child’s heart, for only a child loves purely.

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