After my 27 years of existence, I learned (in an abridged manner) that…

In Friendship as in any relationships, it takes effort and a whole lot of giving. The minute friends learn the art of sacrifice and of reciprocation, the effort turns into sheer joy and guiltless pleasure. Only then, can the gift of friendship take into fruition to benefit both parties involved. Imperfection is beyond question when you've decided to be someone’s friend. In the process, you just keep on becoming good at it. Your listening skills become keener, you learn when to give way for your friend’s emotions over yours, you learn to strike a rift then it mend right away or in time. You then realize how forgiving can only be divine and it can never get more real until you commit yourself to forgiving a person. Friendship indeed is the well spring of every relationship you get into. You’re blessed enough if you can find one true friend in a lifetime so be extra thankful if you get loads of them who got your back.

The world? it gets smaller by the minute. Your friend’s cousin’s ex lover’s brother whose best friend hooked up with your brother in an island in Finafuti whom you bitched in an instant over dinner in Cebu (which may have totally meant nothing you) may turn out to be the daughter of your new boss giving you that big, fat career promotion of a lifetime. Get the point?

Love? Now this thing gets far too universal in a sense with each failed attempt in experiencing it. Insights about the topic become more and more boundless. Suddenly you breathe it in each coffee conversation, radio song, poem, place and memory so I don’t even want to get started on this. In the end, it’s still worth all the trivialities given that the pain tells you just how much you can only take, each flaw reminds you how imperfections are stuff you don’t want to but can’t live without and all those sleepless nights and wishy- washy thoughts have to just be taken with a grain of salt (nothing more). In the end, what you thought was a failed attempt to experience love is what it really is all about. The cunning beauty it brings to life is what makes it more attractive. Your heart never gets tired of it for when it does, it just dies. It can only be wiser and more discerning in “every next time around”. If it’s not for someone, let loving be for something like a passion or an idea, a principle or best for a higher being.

This Higher being I am talking about we all know (don’t or choose not to know) as GOD is definitely someone whose grace is unimaginably limitless. You can never guess how this guy never gets tired of forgiving, of loving and of second chances. When we’ve reach the point of having no one to look up to anymore, then we’re bound to get lost. I can only speak for my own 27 years and I could say that I’ve served sentences of ignoring my God and figuring it out on my own. I don’t know, I just fail, I lose my fuel and realize how ridiculous it is to make life more complicated by forgetting that he’s just there all the time. We may choose the question, to criticize, be way too anal about the whole concept of faith probably to simply display the prowess of the human mind but be assured that this GOD is patient like a devoted lover. I know this first hand and I just get drawn to him more knowing that this mind I have is something he has given me. Whether you like it or not, the salvation he brought a thousand years back is FREE. I choose to swim on it each day and though my life may not be perfect, I know I’m up for an adventure with this God who wants nothing than the best for me.

Life. It bites, it scares, it awes…it’s just a gift. You have the free hand to nurture or to waste it. No clichés..No more pun. Just live it!