LIVE TO TELL

I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned,
'till thenIt will burn inside of me

I know where beauty lives
I've seen it once,
I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can't take that from me

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden wellIf I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again
If I ran away, I'd never have the strength
To go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold
The secret that I hide, will I grow old
How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know

Charlotte’s Web by EB White was THE INSPIRING MOVIE that made me catch up what my mind and heart should always understand and feel.

The Characters

Fern – is the child with the golden heart
Wilbur – is the spring pig ready for slaughter before Christmas
Templeton – is the selfish yet supportive rat that achieved his purpose
Charlotte – is the perfect friend, a spider, hideous they say, but knows how to sacrifice and keep her word

Some say that life is a gift, that ordinary things are miracles, like when a hideous eight-legged, multi-eyed spider spins a crystal web, the rays of the sun bent on the clouds at the crack of dawn, and how seeds become maple trees. Something or someone dies and hundreds of babies are born. What am I dreaming of? Do I work my guts off which seemed like hitting aimlessly at the wind? One dreams of miracles that are monumental, like a Red Sea or Burning Bush phenomenon, then you realize that the sea splashing and the bush growing are miracles by themselves. Search for mammoth remains but trek ambitiously the heights of the Siberian ranges or dig the plates of their deserts. When you rejoice deliriously having found a cavity of a dead saber-tooth, convince yourself that a miracle dawned upon you. Dinosaurs have definitely strolled the fertile crescent and you don’t have to search for tracks for it is never impossible for such reptiles to exist and become extinct or maybe through natural selection theory, the surroundings opted for their smaller counterparts which are the rhinos, iguanas, hippos and gila monsters. Dragons are a different story. Flames thrown out from their tongues may be misinterpreted as only hot breath due to the sweltering heat of lavas in tectonic plate- moving.

That’s what life is all about – a cycle of life and death, of peak and decline. Life is a gift, of spent on the things that you value most. As a kid, I used to play the piano. The uneven keys that my small fingers touched as they played a polka melody is a wonder as music can be made only through the coordination of the eyes, muscle and brain plus the mechanism inside the piano.

It hurts like hell being without parents who you anticipated to come by you until your babies become adults and have babies of their own. Not everyone has that chance and not everyone should have replicated lives since our lives are individually sketched to perfect the divine, magnifique and grande scheme of things. Some things are unbelievable and quite hard to convince ourselves that they really are happening or have happened. Did I ever thought of having no one to ask if I should marry this or that guy? Did I ever thought that they’d only last that long? The lesson – learn to value the little things, even the persons you took for granted. Do not wait until you sense that your end is nearing before you attempt to contribute generously your time, your energy and your worth to someone or something. Smile like the sunshine, and whisper like the moonlight. Your breath is as valuable as the last breath of a dying endangered specie. Make your laughter count as if it adds to your length of years. Your heart can stop beating any minute and it is too late to wave farewell to the blissful scenery as you dwell on your bitter sorrows and regrets.

They say that your happiest moment is a few minutes before your death. I believe in that somehow, though one might not be truly aware of that exact situation when his/her time is almost up. Daddy was an exemption. His most perfect and peaceful moment might be his being disoriented as he tries to peel an apple like an orange. When he is not himself, he is silent. He doesn’t complain on his surrendering innards. I recalled a different peace before death on bicycling without hands moment of Meg Ryan on City of Angels. No one can be perfectly be happy and content in this short a lifetime. One can only be joyful knowing that you have jumped higher than the hurdles and dived deeper that than the deepest trenches.

A Day at the Easter Weaving School.
Feeling the weave on my tired skin.

Saw a hardware store along the National Hiway in Laguna named:

FAG Bearing Center...