I wanna start this post by apologizing to you. If you've been up to date with my blog, you may have noticed how my posts drastically changed from having a positive voice to ones which mostly contained my disappointments and frustrations in life. Though I get to post a little bit of the 'happy stuff', there are probably still more of the negative ones. Because this is my outlet, I really didn't care about what I put in here or how people would react — that's where I went wrong.
First off, I would like to greet you all a happy new year ahead. 2016's been tough, ain't it? But if you're someone like me who's more than willing to leave it behind, then here's some questions that'll help us set our 2017 intentions. This post was originally created by Jessica on Medium. Click here to read her post about it. Without further ado, let's move on to the questions + my answers!
Hello everyone! I would like to greet y'all a very Merry Christmas. Hope you enjoyed Christmas Eve and Christmas day today as well. Last night we attended the Christmas Eve service of our church at the Dubai World Trade Center. It was a blast! The singing, the venue — everything! The only enemy, I'd say, is the parking lot and the time we spent walking just to reach the main hall. Even then, everything went well (except some personal issues) that we headed right after to Burjuman just to take pictures and straight home to eat the yummy meals my mom had prepared in advanced. So... Here's a Sunday Currently entry from me.
Christmas is just 2 days away! The days flew by so quickly that I haven't even noticed how fast December 2016 is coming to an end. Christmas is my favorite season as it is quickly associated with the winter season here in the UAE. And everyone loves winter. There's just something about this season that seems to wipe off everything— worries, heartaches and every negativity. In the Philippines, even the people living in the slums make sure that they'd feel the spirit of Christmas. They'd light their houses with Christmas lights that run through all over the towns (which I long to experience). They'd put up star lanterns hanging on their window sills. Surely, there's something with Christmas that light people's hearts with joy and perspective.
In the place where I currently stay, there's an Indian couple living just next to us. And even if they're muslims, they'd keep asking us about Christmas. These past few days, my dad has been working on crafting out huge star lanterns out of corrugated plastic material. Maybe because of our neighbors' curiosity, they'd often knock at our door and see the progress of the star. And guess what, they also tried to make one! It's just amazing to see how open they are about the thought of celebrating Christmas. These times remind of the reason behind Christmas. It's not about lights, the stars nor the pleasant weather that makes Christmas a season to rejoice. It's the hope that is associated with Jesus' birth that rekindles the fire inside the hearts of people. So this Christmas season, it's not bad to be happy about all the Christmas decorations you'll see. But stop a moment, and thank God for giving us the best reason to celebrate this Christmas.
Merry Christmas to y'all! I hope you enjoy it, keeping in mind the reason for this season.
Here I am once again, sitting in front of the laptop, hearing a children’s song playing faintly in the background.
“ Open, shut, open shut”. I guess it’s time for them to eat now and have some snacks. Some of them may be too excited for their parents to pick them up while some are just having the time of their lives. They don’t worry about the next minute or two but rather live in the moment with their friends and enjoy the time being. Times like these make me think of how much time we really have left in this earth. In this but temporary home that we live in. How long do we still have before our Father comes and picks us up? How long do we still have to wait? Should we be excited or should we just forget that there is an end to all of these and someday, we’ll soon be going home – to our real home. Last night, the topic I read from the daily bread was about making our days count here on earth. Making use of precious time to reconcile, to love, to appreciate, to treasure, to mold, to teach, to help. Really, what do we do when all these suddenly become over? Have I lived a sensible life that I will count as worth it or will I just be one of those people who did enjoy life on earth but haven’t passed on the truth to others. What is that truth? Maybe that truth is that happiness is temporary, it won’t last, and it will not necessarily be called yours but joy – joy is tangible, joy is reachable, joy is everywhere when you open your eyes to see it and your soul to feel it. For some, they only see the real meaning of joy when happiness is not within reach, when they have no choice but to live in the hope of the future. I’m grateful, however, that at a young age I began to recognize the difference between joy and happiness. Happiness – I’ve felt it, I’ve lived in it but it’s long far gone and sometimes i struggle to take a grasp of it. While joy, joy is around me, it surrounds me. The moment I witness the pure laughter of the children I get to be with every week, I try to stop from all the worries and laugh like a kid, live like a kid – full of hope, full of joy. I’m like living in a mini heaven here on earth so that I have a total clue on what heaven is going to be like – where the freedom to be like children on the playground becomes a reality. It’s times like these when I wish that everything would be as easy and hassle- free. It’s times like these when I all the more anticipate the coming of my Heavenly Dad.
It has been weeks since I last wrote an entry here. Many things happened and many problems came that I couldn't find the motivation to write -- although I had so many topics on mind already. Thankfully, I've come across an article about writer's block (though I didn't hit it yet, I was just lazy) and pondered about all the advices and there's one thing that struck me the most. It was written there that the only thing that'll get me writing is actually writing and nothing else. Some of the reasons that made me lose my motivation and enthusiasm in writing is the lack of comfort that I felt .. especially about 2 weeks ago. I won't put what happened into detail but it's one event in my life that'll never escape my mind the tiniest bit. What happened was scary and life-threatening and I was afraid. Even though I know that only a few people may know about it, I feel like all the people surrounding me actually have an idea about it and I'm ashamed. I feel like I lost that little reputation I had left for myself. I resorted on deactivating my social media accounts to make sure I wouldn't be that visible out there and never edited my blog whatsoever. And I couldn't tell anyone. I couldn't because I didn't want to. I couldn't because I didn't want to welcome any more questions. I couldn't because I've put up walls that I, myself, could not break.
I'm just an ordinary girl who loves to write
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