When you’re complaining about your work while sitting in the office or just feeling bored, Just think of those people who worked outside tolerating the heat and dusty surroundings.
Don’t you think you are lucky than them?
Don’t you appreciate what you have right now?
Construct your thoughts and think about it – again.
I know one day, you will miss them.
You’re going to miss their deafening loudness and innocence hassles and the peak of their dirty shirts and countless toys.
You will miss them in your room while hanging out, watching you dress and crying out loud.
Soon you will miss them when they grow up and you get the break you want.
You will miss them needing you all the time because they’ll find comforts with friends or other people whom they liked.
You’re going to miss everything because when they own their freedom, you didn’t own their time.
So while still possible, enjoy their childhood and bear the hardship. Never say “hope you will grow up fast” because surely, one day, you will miss them, you will miss your little ones.
Someone proposed to me!
I don’t know why this kid suddenly grab the plastic flowers and kneel down in front of me. I was smiling and said yes, I do. I bet he was watching some TV drama and tend to imitate it. Ha-ha. He was so cute. I told him to kneel down for a while so I can take pictures for our cute memory and he listened.
“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“Sometimes you are mad at me. Sometimes I’m mad at you. But we still enjoy being the perfect mother-daughter pair because we would go mad, without each other.”
She’s a giddy person and she is my roommate, unfortunately.
She’s always spaced out and sometimes I didn’t understand a word she said. When she talks, she jumps from this topic to another issue. Sometimes, she uttered something out of nowhere that you can’t follow. I think her brain is disoriented from taking any substance or something.
There are times, she complains that her boyfriend is cheating on her, while she was having another affair too. She is always posting something on the Facebook and begged us to like them or make some comment.
Rarely, she washed her bed sheets and pillows and complained she never any spare of them. So she slept with her mattress for a week without beddings and pillowcase. I think It’s gross. I wonder how she couldn’t buy those important things (they were cheap) when she had an iPhone7+, Chanel bag and shoe collection that she never wear all out.
One morning, she behaves like crazy when she hurriedly goes back to our room from outside to take her umbrella. She told us it was raining hard. Startled, we never see any single drops of rain when we were out. It wasn’t sunny and it wasn’t raining at all. We are pretty sure, she wasn’t joking that day.
Honestly, we are comfortable without her around, so much I got the benefit most. We decided we will pay no attention to her as much as possible to avoid conflict. Let her space out as much as she likes. However, this morning, I wasn’t able to ignore her. I exploded.
When her alarm clock rang around 5:45 am, I totally woke up. Though it was loud, I tried to sleep again. When I was about to doze off after five minutes, her alarm rings again continuously until four times. I am a light sleeper, you can imagine how bad it was for me. I have never slept again.
I was really furious, much more when I saw her still on bed soundly sleeping until 7 am.
I screamed at her with all my veins and bones to blast. I was ready to fight with her. But do you know what she said after my yelling? “Yeah, my phone was very loud.” that’s all and she space out.
After two miscarriage, finally, God gave them one.
Welcome to the world, my Niece.
“I have an Ahjussi.
When I see the Ahjussi, I’d feel… how do I describe the feeling?
Like a warm blanket, like the morning sun.
You know what I mean?
And someone else is… a little hated but still okay.
His personality is very annoying, but he’s not a bad person.
Sometimes I like him, but sometimes I don’t.”
He is a good friend, I can never ask for more.
It was one of those moments when you pause and express gratefulness for unexpected blessings. It is not something that you can plan or decide. It just happens when it does and everything is as it should be at that moment. Unexpected blessings are such marvelous.
I am sharing this story from a friend. Her life seems busted all the time; quitting jobs, raising two children in a very costly country and trapped from a financial crisis. All she wanted to happen in her life is to be at ease, away from all those troubles and start a new life.
Then one day, unexpected blessings knock on her door. She got a job more than three times of her salary expectation with all the benefits that her family too can have. To her surprised, she could only say “yes” and uttered words of appreciation.
Nothing is impossible when you deeply seek good things to the Above, as He always aware of our needs. I have a deep realization of this unexpected blessing. We all seek for some miracles in our life right? so this time let’s have more patience to wait because God’s mercy is truly amazing!
I would admit I never had friends who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, most of them strive hard to have a better life. I have heard a lot of story from them; the struggle of their families, Parent’s separation, financial crisis and more.
Let me share with you my favorite story from my favorite friend, Joseph.
When Joseph father died from a heart attack, his mother made a huge effort of keeping their family unbroken. She became a single parent who needs to work double time just to sustain their needs; house rent, food, school expenses and for everyday living. Joseph’s father died without saving anything, but only memories and debt.
Joseph never forgets those hard days when they were kicked out several times from their home because they could no longer pay the rent, many days they don’t have the electricity and just eat their meals once or twice a day. They even lived in a squatter area where they never dream of; a small house with no furniture wherein your bedroom is your living room and dining too.
It was a rainy season while Joseph and his family shared their lunch together only with a bread and champorado (rice combined with cocoa powder) when they heard a knock from the door. Wondering who would it be, they immediately open it. They saw wet and fainted four people begging for food. Joseph looked at his mother, waiting if she would invite them in and share the food that wouldn’t be enough for seven people. He wanted them to push away, but he knows he couldn’t do it. He knows exactly how it feels when you were cast away at your lowest time.
His mother was the kindest person he ever looked up to. She lets them in and shared their meals. She gave the champorado to their visitors and they just eat the bread. Who would think it would be enough? Joseph and his sister never complained the act of kindness they have seen from their mother, there was a joy that you can be able to help despite of having not enough and the gratefulness when receiving kindness from others without expecting anything in return.
Joseph believes what goes around is sure to come around. NO ACT OF KINDNESS IS EVER WASTED.
I almost cried when he told me this story. Yes, it is not easy to be poor, but it is not hard to be kind.
When I saw this kid playing on the ground, I smiled with delight. I watched them till the game was over. It was good to see children enjoying the freedom of their time and hearing the ordinary laughter from them.
I was in the generation that stays in the street to play all kinds of games, roam around with rented bicycle, record songs on the cassettes, watch movies on VHS and appreciates small, black and white TV screen.
I had a great time back when everything was so simple and just hated the noon time NAP.
At present, I pity those kids who can’t be able to connect without using the social network and lacking of personal interaction, who never experience the real fun behind the wide screen of expensive PlayStation and Xbox, those who have never covered their faces with dirt and sweat. I feel sympathy for those who will only remember their childhood as a mere shadow of growing than joy and pleasure.
Who’s to be blamed then?
To the parents who thought that setting rules, conditions and guidelines will make their children look disciplined and controlled?
Who became lost in nostalgia and wanted their kids to accomplish what they have not achieved, then sheltered them only in the four corners?
To the parents who are more involved in career than their children’s emotional needs, tend to drown them with materials consolation?
Parents who don’t want to disturb by their children, raised them by TV set, electronics & gadgets and continuously disconnected to peers?
Are we the worst generation parents ever?
Let’s give our children space to find their spot in our society. Allow them to make a childhood bruises and blunders. Let them have their “own” success and failures. Help them to identify who they are. Loose them a little, but not too much.
Please let them play outside, literally.
“ Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.”
Life without thankfulness is a life without love and kindness.
Let’s give thanks to the LORD
for He is good.
His love endures forever.
In Malabon cemetery, Philippines, there’s an unusual and disturbing tomb built from late years that has been one of the most talked during all Souls Day.
The said tomb has a statue of the DEVIL triumphant over ST. MICHAEL ARCHANGEL.
Whoever across this iron protected statue will feel terrified and strange. Who would not? It shows that the evil was proclaiming that he owns the world while St. Michael was pleading. In short, the statue was expressing that evil can win over good.
What’s the story behind this tenacious figure?
The grave belonged to Don Simeon Bernardo who died in 1934 from heart attack.
There was a range humor that Don Simeon was a Satanist, which in fact, he isn’t at all. He was a prayerful man, but became a victim of cruelty and brutality.
During the Spanish Regime in the Philippines, Don Simeon was accused of being a filibusterer. The Spanish government suspected him as a revolutionary, put him in the prison in Fort Santiago, and was ruthlessly overworked and mercilessly tortured. They even let him drink filthy water with human stool/shit. He lost his faith then and believe that God didn’t exist in the world anymore. He hated too the friars for oppressing and killing the people.
Don Simeon indoctrinated his belief to his children, three of them followed him. His death wish was to build the demon figure over his grave to remind everyone that darkness has taken over the world. It was his intention to prompt us the reality based on his brutal experiences and about what was happening in the world.
I really feel sorry for him. To leave the world where it shattered his faith and no longer had the redemption, he was pitiful. Though, we may still live in his world that he trusts in, it is a learned lesson for us to hold our faith stronger and stronger to God. We have to resist evil, work for justice, avoid greed for money and power and all the source of unrest.
Who knows, one day the statue might change. The demon shall be defeated.
*Credit to mymalabon.blogspot.ae/ lakadpilipinas.com / *I claim no ownership of the images*
I saw him doing his daily work. Did he ever whine about it? feeling tedium? or maybe feeling grateful because he can be able to provide food and other necessities to his family? Is he thinking when he will stop working and live his life at ease? Is he hoping that one day he will be free from obligation and adversity? and just be happy normally?
I am whining, feeling boring, but thankful. I am thinking and hoping too.
I am sure we are almost do the same.
How many flashes have they took just to get a good picture with this kids? Despite their moms calling their names and making faces, still they don’t even care, but it’s okay.
Let’s enjoy their innocence because a time after this, they will never be the same.