UNCERTAIN

have you ever been in a situation that the only word that describes it is uncertain?

this has been my situation for almost nine months now. starting when i accepted the challenge to become the president of the society and eventually heading it.

i do not know if all our projects and envisioned plans will come to fruition but in my heart of hearts (rather my hypothalamus) i know they will come true because when we envisaged those plans we had the welfare of the society at heart. i know that's not enough to actually lead a project to eventuality but its a start, it's the gas that would keep the car running. it is uncertain because the engine can break down and we can meet accidents anytime, or worse we could be at a bogus check point and be a victim of questioned circumstances, something that we can't control, something that we'll leave to fate.

and another uncertainty, it involves the figurative heart. right now i'm visibly happy. i don't know how to call this thing and due to lack of better of term, let's just put it this way, we're friends, ultimately. we check up on each other, we talk about each other's concern, we talk about principles, we talk about God, we talk about ourselves, we talk about our lives. and again to say the least i'm happy, there are smorgasboard of feelings in me. it's because he makes me smile, the one thing that i really need in my life right now. whenever he texts me and converse with me, no, just the mere idea of him on the other line, i can't help but smile. this is all i need right now. he was given to me because God has a plan for us, whatever that plan is i'm just going to wait for it to unfold on its own. i know He has a plan for us.

i'm just happy that God allowed me to feel this way, this feeling makes me more human. it refutes the theory that i'm a tyrant that like everyone else i'm capable of having and expressing the concern and care to other individual. i don't know where this will lead us, another evidence of its uncertainty but i'll stick around to find out. i used the analogy of the hanging bridge to describe our situation. the hanging bridge in itself is unstable because of our current circumstance. we're treading the bridge and we're in the middle of it, at first i thought i wanted to go forward but now i wanted to stay in the middle, where i think. i want to enjoy the view, i wanted to be where he is.

i don't know what will be the outcome of this but i know my life has change because i have proven that that i can feel this way and i'm capable of doing the things i never thought i'd be able to do. i don't think anybody can take that away.

uncertain, yes but that exactly is the beauty of it. uncertainty brings out the best in us, it molds to become the person we never thought we can be, uncertainty bends and molds us to adapt to the situation. it makes us believe in things we never thought existed, it makes us hold onto something greater and powerful than us. it makes us believe and sometimes that's the only thing we'll ever need, plus of course the smile.

Maria Francia Posted At 11:10:00 PM

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No More Cliches

Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.

Enchanting smile
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.

How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.

But today I won't make one more Cliche
And write this poem to you.
No, no more cliches.

This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.

This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new dayBattle for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.

Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.

From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more cliches.

-Octavio Paz

thanks to Katrina Macapagal. i saw this poem from her blog.

Maria Francia Posted At 1:28:00 PM

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