Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, April 11, 2014

Eleven years. It has been eleven years since I first opened my eyes to service. I must admit it wasn’t entirely because of dedication that I joined a youth group. I have to admit that I was driven by the thirst to prove something to myself and to other people; that I can do something and become of importance to this world.

There had been ups and downs. Countless of times, I fell and got up and then fell down again. It was a never-ending cycle that I’ve been through for more than a decade, and honestly? It was tiring. The desire to prove was still ablaze and seeing myself not getting anywhere felt so pathetic that I just wanted to quit.

Good thing, I didn’t.

During the eleven long years I have been in this ministry, I have to admit that more than half of it was spent on wrong purposes. I have blindly walked through the pathways of ‘leadership’, pushed by pride and dishonest drives. I have stepped on people, created illusions, believed in the phantom of a ‘bigger and more important person’ that I wanted to be… only to realize how wretched my status was.

I worked hard to be liked, only to be hated in the end.

Funny how it took me so long to realize that instead of getting to my goal, I’m actually drifting farther away. I looked back and contemplated on what I’ve been doing with my life and understood – finally – that all this time, I’m doing it wrong.

The problem with me was that I have picked the right destination but took the wrong way to get to it. I used the wrong methods and lived for the wrong purposes. In the end, it backfired on me; and yes, it took me a decade and a year to eat my pride and say ‘okay, I’m getting back to step one.’

And when I did, everything began to fall to its proper places.

Last night, Luwi and I were talking about what we’re doing. The Holy Week is fast approaching and no one could even bat an eyelash because of the tight schedules and piling responsibilities that we all have to act upon. We thought it was tiring, but as we look at the brighter side of things: it is rewarding.

As I write this, I am confident that gone are the days when I want to prove myself. Even Luwi’s convinced that this time, we’re doing it all right. We’re doing it because we want to; because we have agreed to serve God, St. Francis and the rest of those who we have devoted ourselves to. We’re doing all these because we have committed ourselves to service.

On this part, let me admit that sometimes, it hurts when other people think we’re doing this for fame and money. First of all, popularity is a normal thing and I see it as a mere side-effect of service. There is completely nothing wrong with being famous, except when you allow it to get into your head. And to be honest, I don’t think I’ll be comfortable with the thought that will people will know my name. I might not seem like it but I have always downplayed with everything I do. I love working in the background because I don’t want others to like me for what I can do.

Plus, popularity means more responsibilities. And as much as I’m enjoying, I don’t want to force myself in doing things I don’t really intend doing. Service is fun because I do what I want to do. Being famous will surely push me out of that comfort zone.

And money? All things I’m doing for my service, I do for free. I may have secured connections through what I do though. My service paved way to meeting people that could help me through my financial worries; but my service is out of the question whenever I work for them. We don’t get kickbacks and all. Not even a peso.

Looking back to the past eleven years, I smile at the thought that God has given me that much time to learn. During those ‘training’ years, I have discovered the secrets to being a better server, and a better person in general. I have learned the significance of REAL friendship and responsibilities, as well as time organization. I have also realized how important it is to step out and fight openly what I think and believe is right, through ways that would not disregard my values and morals.

And most importantly? I have learned that there is no better home than in the home of my God.

I know many people look at service shallowly; but I still encourage all of you to try. It never hurts to give Him time. You will even gain so much from it.

I Trained for Eleven Years to Be A Better Person, Even Just a Little Bit

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


Another composition I worked on several months ago.
I honestly think it doesn't have value anymore.
I wrote this hoping I have really come to the end, only to find myself coming back again.

Or maybe, it just took a little more months to take effect?
Yes.
I think it applies now better than anytime else.



Chasing Rainbows

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

I have a confession to make. If you asked me a few months ago if I have moved on, I would have answered ‘yes’, but that doesn’t mean I mean it. Five years of unrequited love, four of those were completely unknown to him, it wasn’t easy freeing myself from the cage of my emotions. Despite the fact that he would never see ‘us’ in a romantic light, I continued loving him until there was nothing left.

But if you are going to ask me now if I have moved on, I would answer ‘yes’ too. But this time, it’s going to be for real. Because after five long years of dedicating myself to this one person, there’s nothing more left.

Many friends find it difficult to believe. They insist that I still feel something and that I should continue, because they believe that ‘we’ could work it all out… that ‘we’ could happen.

I used to think of that too that’s why I lasted for five long years in this one-sided love affair. It wasn’t really the thought that all my waiting will bear good fruits someday. I was more focused on the idea that everything I have worked so hard for during all those years will go to waste if I give up. I have regretted regrets even before they happen.

And that was probably the worst thing I have done to myself.

But little by little, I have discovered that there is more to life than being in love. It occurred to me that I can never give something I don’t have – and that is love. I have realized that to be able to love more, I need to love myself too. The long forgotten 70-30 percent principle had resurfaced and the best part of it? I feel no regrets.

During those past five years, I have learned a lot of things. I have discovered who I really was, and what I really wanted to do. I have once again come across an opportunity to mature and gladly, I grabbed the chance. Because of that, my hesitations to let go and move on disappeared; and fortunately, I have realized that all efforts I have exerted during the past five years of my life with him weren’t exactly wasted. In this love story, they all turned into lessons that turned me into the person I’ve always wanted to be – strong, determined and free.

Indeed, one often refuses to let go and move on not because he is still in love, but because he is overly attached with everything he had invested in the relationship, reciprocated or not. He keeps on expecting to receive something back after everything he did, and that is something we should never allow to happen. Love is meant to be reciprocated, but no one ever had the right to demand for love. It is, like respect, something to be earned rather than asked for.

Now, I’m okay; albeit the occasional annoyance brought by people who keep on bringing back the past. I have taken the first few steps to moving on, and I’m going to continue moving forward without any hesitation.

Letting Go of Five Years Worth of Memories

Sunday, March 16, 2014

A lot of times, I see myself whining and complaining about what I don't have and what I could never have. I did not come from a rich family and I do admit that there are moments when I would look at others enviously, wondering why they have things I don't. During the worst time, I even blamed my parents for not working hard enough to give me the most comfortable life they should provide me and my brother with. It was beyond stupid, I know, and I regretted that.

But I regretted that even more when I watched the Road for Hope documentary of KBS World featuring Jung Yunho. The program showed clips of the pitiful situation of the children in Ghana, Africa. Lives of the kids there were featured and I would be lying if I say their stories didn't touch my heart.


The picture above shows Mamichi, a 7-year old girl who suffers from Buruli ulcer, a disease that affects the skin and bones. I was mostly moved by the scene when Mamichi told Yunho that the worst part of the treatment is during the changing of the bandages; and just then, the nurse came to change hers. Yunho was beside her and I can say that I think I felt how he did seeing the little girl suffering, without screaming. He just held her hand tightly, hoping that he could give even the slightest bit of comfort.

The whole time, I wished I was there to hold her hand too.


In the picture above is Joshua. He's working in a seemingly junk shop in a seaside town and is living in a small shack. Ordinary? No. What touched me the most about this young man is his determination to learn and fulfill his dream. He wants to be a pilot someday and is never giving up on it, no matter how difficult life is for him.

But when asked why he doesn't go to school, he told Yunho that he wanted to but he doesn't have the money. Everything involves it and he doesn't have it. What to do?


There were other kids, and there was Luke. I didn't get how old he is but his story was another heart-wrenching one for me. Ghana is the second largest exporter of Cocoa in the world, if I'm not mistaken, and Luke was sent by his parents to a cocoa farm to work. According to the documentary, they sent him there so he could have food to eat. But somehow, I wondered if that was the only reason... Can't there be a possibility that they sent their child to another place to work so they can be freed from a responsibility they should handle themselves?

Going on with the story, Luke is like any other child in the area. He works almost fifteen hours a day just to have food. He would climb trees and get the cocoa fruits, expertly cut in in half to get the seeds, and then dry them under the sun. When he gets home, he'll feed the chicken and do other chores.

All these for a handful of roasted corn that would serve as his food for the whole day. And believe me, he hasn't even tasted the chocolate they have worked so hard for.


Just as how Yunho was rendered speechless seeing these children work so hard, I couldn't fathom what to feel too. But then, I felt hot tears streaming off my eyes and my chest was constricting in emotional pain. More than the fact that I feel sorry for the kids, I feel more regretful.

Seeing Mamichi in pain was like seeing myself in pain too. It made me feel so little that I always whine in the smallest wounds I get, and yet, there she was, trying to hold in the pain for as long as it takes. It hurt me more when Yunho said that the disease could have been prevented with one bottle of antibiotic, if they only have the money to buy it.

But then again, they don't. And so it happened.

Joshua's story: I really would want to show this to all students I know. I want them to realize the value of education, because the kid's story really emphasizes how important it is. As Yunho stated in his narration, poverty is passed on from generations to another. And only education can put a stop on it.

As for Luke, his story really made me feel like I cannot eat chocolates anymore. I have been constantly complaining about work and how much the money I earn couldn't suffice me with what I need; and then here's this kid who works all those hours for a handful of roasted corn we actually use for bingo games. How pathetic could I be?



Not able to handle the emotions anymore, I went to the kitchen and almost broke down. Sobbing, I kept on chanting in silence, imploring God to give me a chance to help. Repeatedly, I asked Him for opportunities to provide assistance to these kids.

It frustrates me that I couldn't do anything. It frustrates me that bad.

I don't know what to do at the moment. I want to take baby steps towards a goal I couldn't actually decipher. What do I want to do for these kids? I couldn't figure out yet. But one thing is clear at the moment, I want to inform people about the reality of their lives. I want others to know that while we're living a life we always complain about, some are constantly going through battles to survive even just a day.

I couldn't do anything yet, I know. But hopefully, this blog post would be a good wake-up call to others who can...



Help is needed. Badly.



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Why I Think I Won't Eat Chocolates Anymore