Posts Tagged ‘joy’

My father was a soldier. And I grew up in a camp.
I’m more like a country girl.
I’m happy being accompanied by goats and farm animals.
And I talk to carabaos like they understand me.
The smell of cows and their shit in the morning.
The wind that blows fresh air.
That’s the ideal life for me.
Back then we dont really need a lot of money to survive everyday.
I remember my life, waking up to those things.
Climbing up a hill, staring at those beautiful creatures and just breathing in and out.
If you know the value of those things around you. Life and living need not to be so hard.

We choose to live simply and find joy in natures’ simple pleasure.

Living need not to be so hard. Happiness need not to be forsaken. Contentment need not to be chosen.

It should be felt in our hearts because we chose to live the ideal life.



“I hope someday she meets just the right man and has babies – a whole passel of babies, more than I could have – so she understands how it kills me now that she won’t let me hug her when she’s in obvious distress. (The Life You’ve Imagined)”


I know it’s hard for you to understand now how I treat you as a daughter. You know, when it comes to you, I am such a frustrated mother.

You are so wise and patient. You always try to see the good side of things. And with that, I am happy.

You love me and that kind of love is something I know for myself I don’t deserve. There are times I get mad at you and I nag at you. You have no idea why.

My precious, I love you with all that I am.
Please forgive me if I get mad and you think I want you to be perfect.

I only want you to be so powerful, no guy can ever break you.

I want you to respect yourself and trust that people, regardless of who they are, can break you.. And I don’t want that to happen. God knows I’ll kill for you.

I thank the Lord above for bringing you to me. You were born with 60 chances of dying and 40 to live.

But you lived.

You are a survivor.

As your mother, I don’t want you to just survive.
I need you to conquer.
Don’t let people decide for you. Don’t let them hurt you. Like they did to me.
I don’t want you to suffer the same pain I suffered.
I don’t want you to feel rejected and hated.

You are a grown up with a big heart.
You love making friends and people loves you, that I can see.

I will not be surprised one day, you will ask permission to go out with friends.
Please choose wisely, the people you want to be part of your wonderful world.

I want you to live in a world where you are free. Make your dreams come true for mine’s shattered.

No one in this world can ever know how much love I have for you.
Please forgive me for all my shortcomings.
Forgive me for my irresponsibilities.

Forgive me, my precious.