In our fast-paced world, many things have become easier:
communication, information, food preparation, even study.
We have the internet, smart phones, tablets, emails,
Google, Wikipedia, fast food, and instant coffee.
But have we ever stopped to observe just how
things being easy make them seem more trivial, too?
For the things we’re after, we no longer know
how to sweat, sacrifice, aspire, wait, persist, endure…
Maybe it’s made us cease to dream as well
as everything is merely thrust upon us to take.
We have lost the values that only hard work, toiling
and fighting through insurmountable odds can make.
And even then we never seem to have enough of what we desire,
not enough sleep, time, knowledge, money, or power;
We find no contentment in what we already possess
as our seconds, minutes and days are spent wanting more.
Perhaps we need to re-examine where we’re heading,
take instruction from the numerous generations past.
That it is only that which we strive for, that which we cherish
with all our hearts and everything we have, that can last.
I have never been in love before.
Perhaps I was afraid of what it would mean.
Or maybe I dreaded what it could turn me into.
Maybe I was daunted by the near-misses I've seen.
Or wary that what the others say about love was true.
But I know I am in love with you.
And I know it'll hurt when we can't make it last.
I will surely grieve -- ache and mourn, hate and yearn.
I will curse you, this wretched feeling and our past;
But 'til then, know that for this love, I will gladly burn.
Nagsisimula na namang lumamig
ang dampi ng hangin sa aking pisngi,
Parating na ang panahon ng Kapaskuhan
na taun-taong ating hinihintay at tinatangi.
Palagi ko’ng hinihintay ang Disyembre
para sa kasiyahang dala ng Pasko,
Ngunit sa isang banda ri’y
pinangangambahan ko ito.
Dahil tuwing Pasko ay may kakambal na lungkot din
ako’ng nadarama sapagkat naiisip kita,
At natatandaan ko pa ang mga huling sinabi natin
sa isa’t isa nang huli tayong magkita.
Pinaghaharian tayo ng poot at panunumbat noon
kaya’t nabalot ng pait ang ating mga salita;
hindi natin napagtanto na minsan isang kahapon
marubdob nati’ng minahal ang isa’t isa.
At hindi ko mapagtanto kung bakit
tuwing magpa-Pasko, ito ang aking naaalala—
Marahil sa aking kaluluwa’y may panghihinayang pa rin
na ang malamig na hangin ang siyang nagpupunla.
When you had to go, I sorely regretted
every word I didn't say,
all the things I didn't do,
the debt of gratitude I didn't pay.
The years have been long and trying
and I miss you every day;
still I don't have the answer to
the question why you couldn't stay.
When you left, I promised to achieve
all our plans and dreams, come what may,
and for the most part, I believe
I've fulfilled the vow that I made.
But I always think about what things
would've been like if you'd been here
to guide me, spur me on,
scold me or waylay all of my fears.
Then I realize that you are here
in every dream I live or trial I get through
for you taught me everything you could
and you always said I was the best of you.
So, really, I don't have to miss you every day,
yet I know in my heart I'll always do.
We are two tiny pinpricks,
burning in a galaxy so vast,
without a clue as to how long
our fires are meant to last.
You are unknown to me,
just as I am nameless for you.
Light years apart, each with our
unique sparkle and hue.
Yet to someone so faraway,
looking up towards space,
We belong together, each in
our rightful, perfect place.
I won't try to change your mind
if you believe this is the end;
I won't hold you hostage, if this love
is something we can no longer mend.
I cannot bear grudges should you find
that you don't love me anymore.
I promise not to carry any illusions
that you still do, right at your core.
The nature of my love is that
I can let you go if that's what you desire;
I will try to keep myself together
to come to terms with your goodbye.
But don't ask me to say it back; I beg you
You should've known from the very start.
There's no way I can say goodbye to one
I'll always carry around in my heart.
They say the heart is just a muscle
that love it cannot really know;
then why do I feel mine breaking
as I am watching you go?
What we had is now lost to me
and it fills me with both regret and wonder:
Regret that I wasn't enough for you
and wonder if it's my destiny to be with another.
"There will be another," my friends all say,
"and how to love you right, they will know."
I only wish they are correct because I can't bear
another heartbreak like when I let you go.