The Road Less Traveled

To live is to risk dying, to do is to risk failure…we are often faced with big responsibilities and great opportunities as we continually seek knowledge and pursue our dreams.however,only a few of us are willing “to take chances” because we all know that there are only two sides of every battle–one for victory and the other for failure.the sad part of it is that people around us would tend to remember more of our misfortunes than our triumphs.so instead of bravely overcoming the barriers which would then lead us to growth and advancement, some of us tend to hide and be on the “safer side”.we fail to realize that not risking anything could also mean risking everything.

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool, to cry is to risk appearing soft and sentimental…we often train ourselves to hide and bury our emotions to avoid humiliations.we think that the most appropriate response for every situations involving many people is to stay decent–decency means that we are holding our basic sensations, to stay prim and proper,even if circumstances are directly calling for enthusiasm,bitterness,or frustrations.but laughing or crying or getting angry while interacting with a group of people does not always mean that we are losing our decency. after all, our integrity and sincerity in having good communications and relationship with other people will be reflected not from a single occasion but from everyday interaction with them.

To reach out to other is to risk acceptance or rejection,to love is to risk not being loved in return…don’t be afraid of loving just because of the fear of not being treated the same.loving is not always an equally proportional mathematical equations where a is always equal to b.reaching out to someone may involve sacrifices, other times, humiliations, because we may not often be welcomed or appreciated,but if we feel that the person is worth it, well, that’s really worth trying!rejection could hurt for quite sometime but it makes us stronger the next time.giving and loving more and not asking for anything in return are the most difficult lessons only a few can afford to learn,for it could also mean learning to forget ones self.

To place your ideas, dreams and desires before people is to risk ridicule…it is always a safe to journey in a smooth and easy highway than a road full of obstacle. undoubtedly, it is more convenient to live life as surely and as safely as possible.but the ones who have succeeded in life–those who had a happily-ever-after-story–, where ones who once beat the odds.they boldly took the risk of dying, failing, appearing to be a fool, appearing to be soft and sentimental, being involved or rejected, not being loved at all, being ridiculous..took the sufferings, pain and sorrow, chose the least traveled road; and continue to grow, live and love.

Now its our turn, do not be afraid of taking risks. the less traveled road may be too rough to handle but it will surely define our sense of being. at the end of the day, it is our journey, and not our destination, which will define what we will become in this life.

" To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: "Leave no stone unturned." - Edward Bulwer Lytton "

The Salty Coffee

The Salty Coffee

(a love story)

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she agreed. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt?

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; do you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".

While saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched, that's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart, a man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility for home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kindhearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person. Thanks to his salty coffee!

The story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you, The Salty Coffee". Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt, it was hard for me to change it, so I just went ahead.

I never thought that could be the start of our relation! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, afraid of nothing, so I'm telling you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste...

But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never felt sorry for what I did, having you with me was my biggest happiness in my whole life, if I could live for a second time, I would still want to know you and have you in my life, even though having to drink salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her: What's the taste of salty coffee? "It's sweet", she replied.

"Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to hold on.."

Happy Ending

I fell in love and was loved in return but I learned that even the hottest love has its coldest end. A lot of us have built dreams with people we hoped would be with us forever only to wake up to reality that nothing in this world is permanent. Love come and goes. People stay and leave. Life is a constant cycle of losing and finding; of making and breaking; of dying and living again. That’s why we should love them right, for we may never tell. We might wake up one day realizing that we already lost the people we ought to protect and love. If you think that the person you love doesn’t love you – YOU ARE RIGHT! Because if he/she does, there’s no way he/she would let you think and feel that way. People say they love you at the right moment of their lives then disappear at the wrong moment of yours. People do the sweetest things when their love is new, then one day, they just turn bitter and cold. People fall in love and eventually, somehow, one day, they just fall out of it. It’s not always right to stay in pain when you know you’ve already had too much and it’s not wrong to be happy when you know it’s about time you deserve to be. And if you were happy with the wrong ones, how much more when the right one comes, ayt?!

" Leaving someone when you love someone Is the hardest thing to do "

From a Man's Point of View

It's hard to determine if (we) guys are over a break-up or still on the rebound, unless you know the clues. So here are the tips for you, girls - from a man's point of view.

1. HE COMPARES YOU TO HIS EX. We (men) who are stuck on a former flame will always find ways to bring her up in conversations - even when we are complimenting you. Be wary of such pseudo-phrase such as "you're so much sweeter than she is!". Our words may feel flattering, but they indicate we're still emotionally attached to our previous partner.

2. HE FLAUNTS YOUR RELATIONSHIP. Watch out for stealth moves that might make our ex jealous, like dragging you to a bar where her friends hang out or plastering our pictures in Facebook. We could be parading you around to upset her and that kind of bitterness proves that we focused on her, and not you.

3. YOU COULD PASS AS HER TWIN. When a man hasn't moved on yet, he'll unconsciously seek someone who reminds us of our ex. It helps us cope when we are not ready for someone new.

" Ang puso, isa lang.. Kaya dapat, isa lang din ang laman.. Kung mamimili ka, masasaktan mo yung isa.. Kung di ka mamimili, pareho mo silang sinasaktan.. . "

Crusade of Waiting

We haven’t been playing with rainbows lately, the colors are still there…vibrant as it was and waiting for us. I haven’t spoken your name since then but I really miss weaving our fantasies into one big masterpiece.

Last night, the moon asked about you. I could not talk but I know you are out there…somewhere with someone. How I long to see you and entwined our worlds together.

Last night, I close my eyes and tried to reach for your hand and I have held it.It was so warm as it enveloped by being. Nevertheless, you never questioned why mine felt so cold. I then never knew you haven’t noticed it.

I seemed lost, stumbling, falling in a swoop. The wind pushed with brute force and came screaming, yanking, bouncing. It was terrible as blood went falling down my cheeks. My feet felt so sore. I was tired of walking. My legs were shaking as bruises were out open. I don’t know where I am going, but I’m on my way…somewhere…called a space…maybe my own place, or a so-called emptiness…ahh, emptiness – I hate this world! I can’t even taste it on the tip of my tongue.

I felt so alone. I can never feel the presence of my breathe. I am still here since you left me, it rained that time. All soaked, I was walking and I can’t even determined was the tears and raindrops falling on my face. Like the person whom I can’t figure who is the friend and adversary.

My life was in turmoil since you left. I was filled with undefined emotions and vague points of view. You never let me sleep at night, like a ghost who hunts me. And when storm and lightning strikes, I winced in a dark corner… I’m helpless… I feel worthless…

The exhausting bed time turns to be a nightmare and in the other world, for all intents. I found myself dreaming of you. We were together, not playing with rainbows, but embracing each other…so tight…no words spoken…our hearts talked. I haven’t blurted my pains because it will cause you to pity me. As long as I know you are there…it is enough.

I was filled with such contentment that time, if only I could freeze it. But I woke up sluggish and teary eyed. I wished I never opened my eyes. I missed you! I blamed no one but time, it’s never a friend. He is sometimes too fast that I catch my breathe when I’m after it and too slow when I needed it too badly.

I wanted to take you with me… cradle you in my arms and soothe an aching heart, fill an empty longing and nourished an untamed heart.

I’m always uncertain how to make music in my life, out of the tempo you taught me. Somehow, I tried to be happy, though behind my smiles were tears that were kept over the years… I’m a slave of my past, trying to find my way to myself. The anger I felt made spell curses. I spoke morbidly and there was hostility in the emptiness I felt. I accepted defeat and hopelessly lost heart: everyday was an encounter of black, blue and gray hues.

As I was absorbed in the colors of my life, reflecting who am I…I heard your voice and it leads me to a crystal morning…I watched the sunset alone…it was a dramatic downfall, when the ocean swallowed its great colors…made me sob.

It brought certain nostalgia of you, of the people I once loved…of everything that went a pass my palm…I’m still waiting...