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Let’s  all be channel of blessings to each other.

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If you’re on Facebook,  you’re probably familiar with their Memories app where you get to see  every day some of your posts and shoutouts from previous years. I love reminiscing about those somehow forgotten moments until they stare at you in the face….then you remember.

I can’t recall if  I wrote this previously here back in October 2015 or if  I wrote it originally at Facebook.  Anyway, I am sharing it here (maybe for the second time around). Senior moments and can’t really recall when I wrote it exactly. I told you, out of the thousands of posts I’ve written, I can no longer remember the others.  There was a time when I used to write all  the titles of my posts in my journal  but when I reached around 600, I got tired of it ands never came back to update it. By the way, I just changed the opening line from six years to ten years.

TEN YEARS. A long time to share one’s thoughts in cyberspace. I never thought that I will last this long in the blogging world. It gets more addicting when you find new friends who really and sincerely admire your posts and read everything down to the misplaced comma or misspelled word. Maybe if I would collate all these from the first few lines I wrote when I started, I’ll have a thick book by now. Scattered thoughts, broken dreams, unfulfilled promises, disappointments, happy and delirious moments that I just have to write about because seeing them in print (even just in this platform) is the only way I know how. Somehow when you feel so alone in a crowd, you turn to something that would make your world a little brighter even just for a few moments.

The good thing about writing your thoughts (but not necessarily sharing them to the world) is that you learn to cope with the dark days and see the promise of a new day. The sun always rises even if there is a storm but you don’t always see it. You look back and sometimes you wonder, did you really think that it would make a big difference to the world or make a dent in yours? I must admit, there is that kind of self-fulfillment when you write no matter how mundane or unimaginative your thoughts are.

 

 

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It was just like the way you wanted. Sunday mass. Early morning sunshine and a cup of black coffee to meet the day. Scrambled egg and hot pandesal.

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