When Eternal Wanderer said he'll do housecleaning, he literally took it to heart. As per Dabo's suggestion, he threw out the itsy-bitsy polka dot bikini (but kept the black and yellow striped one for sentimental reasons). He also threw out tons and tons of papers in his room that was taking up a huge amount of space. In his rummaging to figure what to throw out (Math 53 blue book - yes, 3rd year h.s. English paper - no), he came across a box he hadn't seen in years.
The box containing the memorabilia he saved from his high school years.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer surveyed through the items in the box. It was full of knick-knacks: pictures of his h.s. classmates, a handful of party invitations, notes from various girls he met in different soirees, love letters and a rose petal from the birthday bouquet he got from Varsity Boy.
The various items filled Eternal Wanderer with a surge of wistful nostalgia. He read through the love letters of Varsity Boy, and chuckled at the sweet nothings that it contained. He saw a picture of his ex-girlfriend, and gently reminded himself to give her a text and ask how she is. His wacky h.s. class pics prompted a smile out of him and made him text his h.s. barkada to ask when and where the next gimik was.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer thanked the box for making him realize that it was indeed still possible to be happy. That happiness is always a choice is something he had forgotten in the swirl of the emotional storm he was going through. He had every right to indulge in mourning for a loss, but it was about time to acknowledge the window that was opened for him.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer decided then and there to be happy. No regerets, no looking back, no bitterness in his heart. The fog of disconsolateness had been lifted, and he felt it was about time to let the sun shine on him once more.
Yes, there is no more mess. There are no more dust motes. The housecleaning is done.
I am back.
The box containing the memorabilia he saved from his high school years.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer surveyed through the items in the box. It was full of knick-knacks: pictures of his h.s. classmates, a handful of party invitations, notes from various girls he met in different soirees, love letters and a rose petal from the birthday bouquet he got from Varsity Boy.
The various items filled Eternal Wanderer with a surge of wistful nostalgia. He read through the love letters of Varsity Boy, and chuckled at the sweet nothings that it contained. He saw a picture of his ex-girlfriend, and gently reminded himself to give her a text and ask how she is. His wacky h.s. class pics prompted a smile out of him and made him text his h.s. barkada to ask when and where the next gimik was.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer thanked the box for making him realize that it was indeed still possible to be happy. That happiness is always a choice is something he had forgotten in the swirl of the emotional storm he was going through. He had every right to indulge in mourning for a loss, but it was about time to acknowledge the window that was opened for him.
Amidst all the mess and the dust motes, Eternal Wanderer decided then and there to be happy. No regerets, no looking back, no bitterness in his heart. The fog of disconsolateness had been lifted, and he felt it was about time to let the sun shine on him once more.
Yes, there is no more mess. There are no more dust motes. The housecleaning is done.
I am back.
welcome back! tapos na ang drama ah! paka bait na at bawal na lumandi! sobra kita mamimiss! :)
ReplyDeleteJay Vee: Oy, wala akong alam sa ganyan.
ReplyDeletePwamis.
Hihihihi
Kaw din, sobra kitang mami-miss :(
That happiness is always a choice is something he had forgotten in the swirl of the emotional storm he was going through. He had every right to indulge in mourning for a loss, but it was was about time to acknowledge the window that was opened for him.I am glad you chose to be happy. Welcome back! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Reens!
ReplyDeleteI needed that affirmation *hugs*
And coming from the Diva herself, it means A LOT :)
Send me tickets when you debut at Met, La Scala, and Covent Garden.
Weeeeeeeeee
and for that....
ReplyDeletekampay!
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sabi nga ni mugen or to paraphrase him, we write letters or kept something and sometimes without knowing it was meant to be received in the future.
and so deos this blog.
aaaaahhhh... MATH 53!!!!
ReplyDeletenatunaw ako. hahaha!
Dabo: I don't drink anymore, but I will raise my glass of coke zero to your salutation :D
ReplyDeleteYeah, for some reason, I keep trinkets, stuff, and momentos of things past. In this case, it has served it's purpose really well.
Commuter: Yes. I am embarrased to admit it, but I took the 50's series kasi trip ko lang.
teehee
*hug* What's so great about this is that now that you've chosen happiness, you know that you can always choose it again. Love you EW :) - Gutsy
ReplyDeleteThanks Guts! I really appreciate your comment :)
ReplyDeleteMiss na kita! When you taking a vacation?