A pinch is what it takes for the numb heart to feel…
There is no mistaking; thy heart is fragile engulfed with inexplicable wretchedness. I walked through the cold floor, unmindful of the chill that was sent to my spine. I trembled while thinking what a sad thing it is…
Hot tears threatened to consume my feebleness. The wind howled singing with the saddest song from heart. The rain has fallen flooding with grief the broken spirit.
What a sad thing, indeed…
The moon hid in canopy sheltering itself with melancholy swaying from tree to tree. The death of will, the cry of heart, the numbness of spirit…
I shield myself from that blinding sorrows but the truth remains, I can’t escape.
The sea of lamentation succeeded…
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Life as a Teacher
How time flies so fast…
The sea of innocent faces drowned my time for almost two months now that I shoved again writing for quite a while. It’s rewarding and frustrating at the same time.
Teaching has never failed to overwhelm me. I still can’t believe that countless lives are entrusted under my care and I can either break or make them. Their minds are so fragile and one false move may destroy what’s in store for their future.
Here I am late at night thinking my whole day in school. The funny moments when kids find humor in everything we do, the frustrating times when lessons are too tough and the time is not just conducive for learning, and the light on their faces which evidently shows dawn of learning, they made my heart ache to give more and share a bit of me to inspire sparks of acumen.
Some days are just so lonely. When my goals didn’t happen as planned or a bad news started my day, but young hearts and minds are dependent on me- waiting for love and care.
Touching lives is not a joke. It’s a 24- hour commitment of making a difference in the lives of innocent children. I have no map to direct me in the right path to hit their hearts and make a mark; I have only my heart to stir me in the exact route.
When things in school become tough, I try to think of expectant faces waiting to learn, hopeful hearts waiting to be touched, and eager minds yearning to be filled not just mere knowledge but wisdom of knowing what is right and wrong.
I am a teacher and I’m proud to be one albeit of endless struggles to touch young lives.
The sea of innocent faces drowned my time for almost two months now that I shoved again writing for quite a while. It’s rewarding and frustrating at the same time.
Teaching has never failed to overwhelm me. I still can’t believe that countless lives are entrusted under my care and I can either break or make them. Their minds are so fragile and one false move may destroy what’s in store for their future.
Here I am late at night thinking my whole day in school. The funny moments when kids find humor in everything we do, the frustrating times when lessons are too tough and the time is not just conducive for learning, and the light on their faces which evidently shows dawn of learning, they made my heart ache to give more and share a bit of me to inspire sparks of acumen.
Some days are just so lonely. When my goals didn’t happen as planned or a bad news started my day, but young hearts and minds are dependent on me- waiting for love and care.
Touching lives is not a joke. It’s a 24- hour commitment of making a difference in the lives of innocent children. I have no map to direct me in the right path to hit their hearts and make a mark; I have only my heart to stir me in the exact route.
When things in school become tough, I try to think of expectant faces waiting to learn, hopeful hearts waiting to be touched, and eager minds yearning to be filled not just mere knowledge but wisdom of knowing what is right and wrong.
I am a teacher and I’m proud to be one albeit of endless struggles to touch young lives.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
The Unsung Heroes
Their tasks are surely not easy
Difficulties abound
Challenges are endless
Compensation is limited.
They stir passion in writing
They inspire the youth to learn
They mold the future in their hands
They create models by touching hearts.
Teachers are everywhere
But those real are rare
Gems in the vineyard of knowledge
They affect eternity way and beyond.
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Monday, June 02, 2008
My Dear Mentor
The first time I saw her, I knew that I was in good hands. She seemed to light up the whole room with her infectious smile. She held my hand and welcomed me with a gesture enough for me to feel the warmth of a newly found friend.
She’s one of the blessings bestowed upon me in my new home. A dear mentor who in a brief period of time made me realized a lot of things.
What’s amazing perhaps is that everyday that I spend with her is an encouragement to take things lightly. She brushes worries away with her laughter. She sees the positive side of every bad event and the most admirable perhaps is that she can exude positivity just by flashing her ever ready smile.
I once lost hope when affliction has befallen to me. Now, I was given a mentor and a friend to inspire me. The greatest thing about her is that she is an icon of a real fighter- a cancer survivor who showed me that happiness is just a matter of perspective.
She is my dear mentor…a God- given friend to inspire me in the room full of strangers.
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She’s one of the blessings bestowed upon me in my new home. A dear mentor who in a brief period of time made me realized a lot of things.
What’s amazing perhaps is that everyday that I spend with her is an encouragement to take things lightly. She brushes worries away with her laughter. She sees the positive side of every bad event and the most admirable perhaps is that she can exude positivity just by flashing her ever ready smile.
I once lost hope when affliction has befallen to me. Now, I was given a mentor and a friend to inspire me. The greatest thing about her is that she is an icon of a real fighter- a cancer survivor who showed me that happiness is just a matter of perspective.
She is my dear mentor…a God- given friend to inspire me in the room full of strangers.
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
The Day My Heart Cried
May 28, 2008
My life started at 28, my soul died for me to realize the meaning of life and love...
When I woke up today bathed in the sunlight peeking through the windows. I lingered for a little longer on bed and savored the gratitude which was about to burst from my heart.
If you told me a year ago that I would still be basking in the dawn of my birthday this year, I would’ve laughed and cried at the same time.
You see, it was the same day last year that I listened to my doctors’ endless cruel “jokes” about the future I was facing. Life was full of uncertainties back then. What I only knew was the pain of countless needle pricks in my arms and that blinding pain in my stomach…and of course the fear that I might not see another day.
I can make a long list of the sufferings I needed to endure in seeing through the malady that inflicted me but even that won’t suffice.
However, life has a hidden treasure buried in the depth of our soul. Fate has destined for me to experience all those intricacies so that I would be a better person. My soul was battered, my steps faltered, yet the will to survive has lived…
Today, I celebrate my birthday without trepidation in my heart for what the future brings. The day my heart cried last year was the day I have realized this year how blessed I am. I no longer feel the same fear I had the day I turned 28, I was blessed in so many ways that counting them would entails a lifetime.
When a heart is patient, the light of sun rays would penetrate through. As for me, I treasure each moment I breathe because even in the darkest tunnel of suffering, there's light at the end.
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My life started at 28, my soul died for me to realize the meaning of life and love...
When I woke up today bathed in the sunlight peeking through the windows. I lingered for a little longer on bed and savored the gratitude which was about to burst from my heart.
If you told me a year ago that I would still be basking in the dawn of my birthday this year, I would’ve laughed and cried at the same time.
You see, it was the same day last year that I listened to my doctors’ endless cruel “jokes” about the future I was facing. Life was full of uncertainties back then. What I only knew was the pain of countless needle pricks in my arms and that blinding pain in my stomach…and of course the fear that I might not see another day.
I can make a long list of the sufferings I needed to endure in seeing through the malady that inflicted me but even that won’t suffice.
However, life has a hidden treasure buried in the depth of our soul. Fate has destined for me to experience all those intricacies so that I would be a better person. My soul was battered, my steps faltered, yet the will to survive has lived…
Today, I celebrate my birthday without trepidation in my heart for what the future brings. The day my heart cried last year was the day I have realized this year how blessed I am. I no longer feel the same fear I had the day I turned 28, I was blessed in so many ways that counting them would entails a lifetime.
When a heart is patient, the light of sun rays would penetrate through. As for me, I treasure each moment I breathe because even in the darkest tunnel of suffering, there's light at the end.
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