Playground. It’s such a nice place for the young ones. Play, laugh, run, smile, talk, blabber out weird things, stumble and then get up again, roll-over, stick yourself to mud, catch the dragonflies, touch the caterpillars, do the seesaw, ask someone to push you on a swing, have fun with rock-paper-scissors, hide and seek, ride a bicycle. A lot of countless dreams of a kid’s everyday life. But for an adult, it’s a place for their children.

College became my playground. It has been the “ground” for exploring new things. Yet, as soon as I discover, the there are things to know and things left unknown. We laugh or cry about it.

A word, a problem, a number, a problem. Hundreds of papers pile up on my table. It has always been a life of someone who entered an institution for diplomacy. If you like to go on stage, you’ll have to pay the price. A price for vanity of endless knowledge.

Yet I never hunger to have such position because I realized that the best education is not from any university or any degree but from our Creator.

A bothered mind had come to claim peace. To pursue wisdom on such daze.

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There you are sitting on that bench while having chats on your friends.

It’s been awhile since I’ve caught your eyes. At least, you are not crying nor ranting this time.

You seem to manage these ever changing, aging decisions we’ve been encountering. With a smile, you’ve done your part well.

I’m glad you are. Not long ago, your wrinkled face is not so good. And hoped I could pinch that face with my two hands at that time.

Then, you’ve told some ugly truth yet gained discipline from it. So much events had untimely gone your way. At some point, I wished I could hug you but resolved to myself not to.

Oh yes, those were the moments that I,in my behalf, was sad too! I cried to my pillow that night and prayed that everything may go well with you. After all, we have to decide and act mature.

Now that you are improving, may you continue to be so. I guess I’ve done my role to show my gratitude to all the kindness you’ve showered upon me.

Future would be pretty tough. So, likewise, maintain a close friendship with our Grand Creator.

I won’t be able to sit beside you and listen again. I don’t want to disturb you. If ever I am not within your sight, may you be brave enough to handle yourself with Jah’s help. Well, here you are. Be prepared.

There are so many not-so-good things about you yet you are always loved by this odd, petite girl. A cold nature outside but warm on the inside.

Though the highways, streets, places would paint a picture of you, I will just walk along with a happy mood. 

Perhaps, when we meet again, I might be drawn to a good expression that belongs to you. So long, my kindred spirit!

———

It’s time to take my leave.

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Oh, Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky

But until that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

Sometimes, I just want to utter, “Dad, I miss you!”

One time, I attended a Sunday meeting in our neighbor congregation. The topic of the brother’s speech was about resurrection  He delivered it very well that I was deeply touched by how we, as Christians, would soon welcome our loved ones in Paradise. Although I was holding back my tears, the public talk refreshes the listeners. It appears to me that reviving the life of people who are resting in peace is not just a promise but something to look forward. Not just illusion but an event that soon will arrive. (Juan 5:28,29) Isn’t it great that Jehovah provides us a hopeful promise?

After hearing that talk, the last Kingdom song 111 gave it more meaning.  While singing, my tears are overwhelming on my eyes only.(ayaw mag-roll sa cheeks ko. I’m so shy!) A pioneer beside me has the same feelings too. We were silent yet our teary eyes tell how much we appreciated that promise. After praying, we were both wiping our eyes with smiles on our faces.

(I am not sentimental. The talk was really poignant!)

See you soon, Dad and the rest of your family who will be there too!

Love,

daintylad

Cause I used to be there for you when you were so blue
I’d walk with you in the rain
Nothing was better when we did it together
I don’t have time for love

I don’t have time to be in love
Holding you to my chest, feeling your every breath
I don’t have time to be in love
Laughing so hard we cry, sometimes I don’t know why
I don’t have time to be in love
Maybe this revelry just wasn’t meant for me
But that’s not true when I’m with you
When I’m with you

sciencecenter:

The only thing cooler than this female orb spider, Gasteracantha arcuata, is her male counterpart below. That’s right, the two spiders are from the same species, and represent an extreme case of sexual dimorphism.

CUTE!

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light

nationalgeographicmagazine:

Abruzzo, Italy
Photograph by Steffen Springstein
Wildflowers in the morning sun in the mountains of Abruzzo, Italy

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Abruzzo (pronounced [aˈbruttso]) is a region in Italy, its western border lying less than 50 miles (80 km) due east of Rome. Abruzzo is located in central Italy, stretching from the heart of the Apennines to the Adriatic Sea, on a mainly mountainous and wild land.

-Wikipedia