One happy duckling

Tama.

Last night, a certain couple in the jeepney caught my attention. The man, probably in his early 40’s, was youthful and quite handsome for his age. The woman however was rather old and big. Her face was sagging. Her hair was messy. I thought for a moment that maybe the man was a house help. In that case, the couple was a “boy” to a donya. That’s what I thought.

As I waited for their next actions, I was shocked as the man reached for the woman’s hand. It was a tight hold. They sat closer. They whispered soft words to each other and gave out a sweet, honest laugh. Then it came to me that they were not just an ordinary couple, not even a “boy”-donya couple. They were a married couple.

And imaginations came rushing into my corrupted mind. I thought then that the man was just like any other man. Full of promises, full of love but not just to one but also to another one. Yes, the possibility of the man having an affair with another woman crossed my mind. Probably a much younger, sexier and more beautiful lady of 30’s. What can one expect? All men show the same weakness:temptation leading to infidelity.

But then I realized I was doubting love. I was doubting that one best thing life has to offer. And who am I to judge? What if the man was honest and true? What if he was able to see more than what his eyes can see? What if it’s the truest love he has felt and has given? But then again, they’re still ‘what if’s.’

With all the confusion and doubts, I ask myself: Is it really impossible to hope for a forever with the one you love? Is ‘for better or for worse’ just another easy phrase you can say and take back? Can love still be something real and true?

There are many possibilities. It could be a yes or a no. I would like to doubt and disagree. But we lose nothing in believing for a greater kind of love- a love more than the love of the physical, a love of acceptance, a love of ‘for better or for worse’, a love of forever. 

And someday, hopefully, we will find that someone that will make us feel and see what we believe in- true love, as what they call it.

And maybe, just maybe, that quite handsome man loves deeply and honestly the fat, messy-haired lady.

From an FB note I wrote a year ago. I read it again for my Filipino paper. I couldn’t think of any topic so I’m translating and revising this. Hahaha.

AWESOME! This is my 888th post. =)))

I think one of the most emotional shifts in my life and in 2010 was:

Spending the happy ending (well not totally, if we consider what happened during our retreat but still) with:

And eventually getting separated from them. Sad.

But then, just after a few months, I found myself going through the rocky beginning with a whole new bunch of people:

So many things to be thankful for in 2010. Thank you, Lord! Stay with me as I go through 2011. :’)

sheamnessy:

AND I REALIZED, ALL OF US FAILED. AND I WAS LIKE…

fuckyeahviceganda:

YOU WERE LIKE: 

Ma. Tiza Tinoy Bual. HAHAHAHA.