Basta may rhythm, kahit walang sense, magsusulat ako.
Hit play, and I’m Shakespeare, minus the logic. Wala naman kinalaman si
Shakespeare sa sinulat ko, pero nandiyan siya for the drama. Ano kayang music
ang papakinggan ko habang nagsusulat ng love letter? Baka Roman Empire anthem
na lang, para may dramatic entrance ang mga feelings ko. š¤šš§
Today, I find myself laughing out loud.
Change doesn’t announce itself. One day, you just wake up different. My world didn’t
flip; it melted into the kind of love you only dream of. That day, I met my mentor... and realized I’d been doing life all wrong.
Life was a script I never questioned—just a
blindfolded goldfish swimming in circles. Ha! Joke’s on me.
My mentor, like a master, gently lifted the
blindfold. For the first time, I saw the world—alive, glowing, magical. The
sun’s rays, once distant, were now mine. It was like waking up from a long
sleep, and suddenly, beauty wasn’t just what I saw, but what I felt.
Eyes can only show you so much. Close them,
and you’ll see even more.
He showed me the child within, buried under my
“adulting” skills.
Here I stand, blinking, realizing I’ve worn the wrong glasses all along. I see life, people, my inner child… probably rolling their eyes. And I laugh... because what else do you do when you’re the joke?
I sought a mentor for wisdom. He removed my blindfold.
Imagine tasting color. Yeah, that’s the woke-up-and-smelled-the-coffee moment.
Here I stand, blinking, realizing I’ve worn the wrong glasses all along. I see life, people, my inner child… probably rolling their eyes. And I laugh... because what else do you do when you’re the joke?
I sought a mentor for wisdom. He removed my blindfold.
Imagine tasting color. Yeah, that’s the woke-up-and-smelled-the-coffee moment.
The real twist? The master wasn’t him. It was
me—hiding in plain sight.š
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