"Steady hands, just take the wheel"
For the past two hours those words have clung onto my thoughts, making me tear up every time. I could say “I haven’t the slightest idea why”… but I do.
The reason I’d first come up with is: my period is drawing near. Of course, during this time, we ladies battle with a whirlwind of emotions; and for some of us, we deliberately go borderline crazy. This seems the most logical reason to cry over one line, but maybe this isn’t the case…
It’s the little things— the little fallbacks or unfortunate events that, when pieced together at the end of the day, set me off. These damned bottled-up things.
This is why I have to talk to someone— anyone. But there are times when I can’t find friends who aren’t busy. And to those who aren’t, I’m pretty sure they are (or they eventually will be) tired of hearing the same trivial things.
I wish I wouldn’t have to resort to bothering people with my small problems or complaints. If it weren’t for my sanity, I wouldn’t.
When I hear that line, I do think of the singer/speaker asking God (or any name of your preferred Supreme Being) to just take his/her life into His hands; and that, right now, is what I pray for Him to do. I pray for Him to take me, the mess of a person I am, and to lead me to wherever I should be.
Because I’m just so (spiritually) tired now.
I’d probably be lying if I’d still use the “it’s almost my period” excuse; but only you, reader, would know.
P.S. Do forgive me, Onerepublic, for taking your song in religious perspective. I rarely do such things (talk about religion or my faith). But when I do, I am sincere.
P.P.S No, please don’t recommend me to listen to Carrie Underwood’s “Jesus Take the Wheel”P.P.P.S And no, I won’t do anything stupid (suicidal attempts and what not). I’m too cool for suicide. Just kidding, I am just as fond of living as everybody else is. >
Morning routine to get out of your funk:
- Stretch your (little) arms and legs, as far as they can reach
- Have tea and nothing else for a good few silent minutes
- Feed your dog(s) with tuna spread on a slice of bread
Find humor at the last bit of rhyme you madeTell anyone in your household about an amazing/funny thing you found on the internet/Tumblr
- Share unfinished taho with your dog(s)
While plenty of couples are celebrating Valentine’s day, we also celebrate International Book Giving Day on the 14th of February!
International Book Giving Day is an international holiday. In 2013, International Book Giving Day was celebrated by people in Australia, Canada, South Africa, France, India, Ireland, Japan, New Zealand, Singapore, the Philippines, Turkey, the United Kingdom, the United States, Germany, Nigeria, Nicaragua, Brazil, Egypt, Poland, Greece, Portugal, Mexico, Macedonia, Malawi, Hungary, Malaysia, Israel, Denmark, Thailand, Indonesia, Jordan, China, Puerto Rico and Bulgaria. — bookgivingday.com
So there is one more reason to celebrate this season of love! <3
Odysseus to Penelope
"Welcome home," you said while gesturing the gate (cue Ukoy greeting us.)
We have spent a bit of the day together. It was brief, yes. But perhaps the brevity of it all made it meaningful.
Today though, you kept looking at me. I don’t know what you were fussing about— could it have been my pimple? Damn it.
Don’t think I haven’t noticed at all. Even as I was merely walking towards you, or sitting beside you, or talking to someone else; you still gaped.
I couldn’t quite understand it. You had that look that made me feel conscious enough to look away. But I couldn’t.
Your eyes, as I’ve said, give you away. It has only been two days since we’ve seen each other, but you looked at me like you haven’t seen me for a long time.>
5:43. You should have seen how the sun rose to light up the morning sky. It tinged the lilac background with orange, making the flimsy clouds a cotton candy-pink. It was beautiful, and I awoke just in time for it.
Minutes pass. 6:01. The sky paled. I could try to describe to you the beauty I had seen when I opened my eyes to the year’s first sighting of February. But you can only read of it.>
This is frustrating. Time is never on our side, is it? It stands on its own— no, it moves on its own. Its pace, ever so constant, is never from our choosing.
It never speeds up to where we want to be; which, I’m guessing, is the point when we overcome our challenges and remain problem-free.
And once there, it doesn’t pause. It never slows down to where we are. In those great moments, be it an accomplishment or a celebration, we wish to take in all the sheer happiness.
But no… Time just moves forward. It is indifferent to which situation we’re in (n)or how we’re coping with that situation. We either catch up to it or fall immensely behind.
My hours— is it even of my possession? Can Time be possessed?
These hours are ticking by. I can only hope for these not to be wasted. For there is little of it left.
Another year is passing.
What have I done so far?
What shall I do then?
What will I do now?