The Library

Chatting with my friend yesterday he wondered what would be my next blog. Having no idea as well, i was opened for any suggestions. He gave me several options that made both of us laugh because it went with teasing , titles that won't make any sense and a blog that will require me to spill names (haha).

He suggested to make it "The Library". He reminded me how i spent my time in the library during our college days. Almost late for the next subject, i came in and entered the room with a red mark accross my face, they knew it, as usual..."iriz slept in the library with books as her pillows". Well, other than sleeping and reading, i always find serene time for myself, and as we all know it's a place with scattered notes... "OBSERVE SILENCE" (it will look better if they post it on the librarian's forehead, whatdyathink?).

But the most valuable lessons in life are not found in a peaceful place, getting rid of noise, isolating yourself from others and definitely not from a book. Life is a library itself and each of us is a book with a distinct concept. We learn from each other with no papers and pens required. We gain knowledge when you're away from comfort zones, when you take the rough road,when you deal with stress, when you raised you point against the other, when you face your fear, when you overcome pain, when you listen, when you're aware that you know a lot but not everything...it's countless.

I am thinking...if i were a book, what would be the title that fits me? how about yours?

hmmmm...

Fingertips

I looked at the picture, confused...are they letting go or reaching out? Looking closer and seeing beyond i end up assuming that these two hands are saying goodbyes. The dark side dominates and i think i'm being pessimistic here. A simple image that traversed my mind. I thought of faces that gone by, a throng of people that became part of me. Some let me feel they're just around and some just slipped away. Once again i'm saying goodbye with people and place that i've learned to love, an arduous decision to make. Friends hated me because i'm leaving and i saw tears that broke my heart. It's true as they say "people...they come and go". As these two hands part ways up to last touch of their fingertips, i know it's not the end because goodbye means "i'll see you again..."

"sometimes you have to leave...not to go but to grow"

Doing fine

Never bury yourself from the past. Bad things happen for good reasons. Don't waste every minute of your life with bitterness. Live and Laugh. Pray, for like a true friend GOD never betrays.