I’d write to you everyday, of stories of heroes and monsters at sea, of little fish that swim endlessly, of bears that don’t feel free.
I’d sing you songs of silver, songs of every season, day and weather.
And when words run out, I’d draw the ways we love and we laugh and it’ll be like we never grew older.
And when there is nothing left to say, i’d be with you as if there is no other way.
In so little words and so little time, I’m tired.
and it’s not my youth dwindling,
or ideas escaping.
It’s the back and forth of your idiosyncrasies and whines.
I wish I picked that life,
made that choice,
took that chance,
And it would have made all the difference.
This often runs through my mind:
Maybe I’m meant to live on the other side of the world.
Because I’m up all night, aching to sleep by daybreak–It’s like my body’s longing for a different timezone.
I hate the sound of buses. It reminds me of busyness and deadlines and traffic and run on sentences.
Time to sleep.
A little inspiration can lead to greatness.
Lord, I don’t know which way I am going.
Still got such a long way to go.
Elections are in 9 days.
The battle intensifies.
I pray for the people at the battlefront. That they may always remember what it means to fight the good fight. To stand for integrity, honor and duty.
For the warriors who defend day in and day out. Who keep the fire alive. Who remain firm, calm and composed even in the face of those who taunt.
For those waiting at home, the kids, that they may see how beautiful victory can be when wars are won by honest and loving men. (And women!)
For those in places of conflict, that they will rise and bring their strength alongside them when they choose to fight the good fight.
I pray for the Philippines–deeply and lovingly–as if it were mine.
I miss writing.
I miss reading.
I miss cooking.
I miss baking.
I miss sand between my toes. Hair grown messy from the wind. Uneven skintones. The smell of sunblock that clings to the walls of the room. The sound of waves crashing shore.
I miss jogging at 5pm, just as the sun sets. Pushing my luck, in sight of heavy gray clouds. Running till my legs turn jelly. Lighten your step. It reduces the blow.
I miss the music. Listening half-awake. A little buzzed. Beer in my hand. No End in Sight. Eyes shut.
The world belongs to those who:
1. wake up earlier than everybody else
2. read a lot
3. are small-talk experts
4. are brave!
5. work harder than everybody else
Remember that as much as you would want to own the world you also owe it!!!