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I have colds. Caught it two days ago. Maybe due to the sudden chill in the weather. The same situation is true for my blog. Not much action in here for the past week. It’s not that I’m quitting blogging. Nope. Nor my zest to write has ebbed. No. It’s just that the time to pause and rekindle my thoughts hasn’t gone by ’til this very moment.
Allow me to just write through the things that crowd my consciousness as I juggle keyboard and tissue on my hands.
I was very upset two nights ago. The unexpected happened. My laptop’s system crushed. *poof* After a series of reboots the screen went nil. No movement whatsoever save for the exhaust fan that sounded like a familiar requiem hymn to my ears. It happened when I was in the middle of finishing an important paper to be submitted the next day. It gave up when I needed it most.
But everything has to move on. I can’t just dwell upon and mourn over, the whole time, something I lost. Why not be grateful for the many someones around me?
This cold days has brought much warmth to me. Blessings abound. And these parcels from Kuya were hand carried and personally delivered to me by angels - the very persons I’m spending my life with. I feel truly blessed. Love spurs within me (take this also as an allusion to the recently concluded Heart’s Day *smile*). Beyond my sick facade lies a vibrant soul. Aside from the medication I take, this is what’s making me rise up from my bed. This is the fuel I’m burning for the things I’ve done so far.
Reminds me of Lent. Reminds me of Jesus Himself - He who never gave up the Cross, His Cross, the Cross where His battered body would be pierced and fastened. He never gave up. Never did He surrendered. All because of His immense, unconditional and unfailing LOVE.
My suffering is but a speck compared to His. It’s so banal and little compared to the tribulations of so many unnamed men and women who still chose to live and to love in spite of their cruel state. I hope I could keep-up with them.
