The Poet

The book is opened; pages turn

Pen to paper; the ink will yearn

Crimson red to scarlet blue

Beauty in the eye is seen anew

That’s a stanza from a poem 4 years ago. It was the longest one I ever wrote. Almost 5 pages long. Looking back, I can’t remember as to why I was so inspired to write at that time.

To those people who know me well, they are aware of the fact that I was a poet long before I became a journalist. I wrote my first poem at the age of 8. It was about a mouse and I remember writing it at the back of one of my books. On the other hand, I became the editor in chief of our school paper at the age of 11 and won my first essay writing contest at the same age.

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but poems have been my comfort zone ever since. The fact that it can be interpreted in a million ways and yet the intended purpose of the writer will always be concealed in between the words entice me. I have always liked its complexity and so I indulge in it as I weave the significance of my piece into stanzas of carefully chosen words which brings a pleasant ring to the ears but leaves a cloud of curiosity into the reader’s minds.

My style is distinct. Words should be simple and easy to understand. Rhyming should be spot on except when I write on free verse. Emotional intensity should be strong and immediately felt. Depth should go beyond what you can dig 6 feet under. Significance should be within reach but invisible to the naked eye. Impact should be clear but not straight to the point.

Artists say “A picture paints a thousand words”. Writers say “Words paint a thousand pictures”.

Words in my mind; fall in a line

Played with my thoughts; turned water into wine

People called it art,

I called it a message from the heart.

Tales of Love

The lights went out. Everything went black. Images started to flicker.

I saw a woman who changed everything she is for the man she loves. She has been through hell just so she could come to that point where she can say “I’m yours and you’re mine”. She didn’t mind all the pain she experienced in the past, for in her heart, those painful incidents have only made her love for that man stronger and unyielding. She has given me proof that there’s no such thing as too much sacrifice if it’s done for the one you love. That there are no limits, no boundaries in love. That quitting or giving up is not an option in love. That if you’ve come this far, then you’ll always find a way to move forward hand in hand.

I saw a mother who’s willing to give up her life for her daughter. She laments the fact that her time with her only child was to be cut short. But still, she understands that even though she probably won’t be a part of her daughter’s future, she will always be a part of her heart…of her life. She entrusts her daughter to a man whom she knows would do everything to keep her safe. In a parent’s life, the hardest part is always letting go. But if you have assurance that the future of your child will be a bright one, why not do it. She knows in her heart that her daughter will be able to live a full life in between her gaze from above and the right man’s warm embrace.

I saw a family who’s willing to stand up for one another no matter what. They may be diverse in a lot of ways but in face of threat or danger, they stand to protect one another. They lend a hand whenever someone’s in need. They offer protection when someone’s threatened. They give their full trust when someone’s integrity is on the line. They solve their struggles together which is an admirable fact. They proved to me that no matter how much you mess up and how hard you fall, they will always be there. They showed me that everybody always have a reason to fight, to continue existing and that oftentimes that reason is the person who holds your heart.

I saw the word forever and a woman started singing “I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The lights came back on. Everybody stood. I saw everybody walked out in pairs. I watched as each couple walked while exchanging sweet nothings or simply holding hands. I looked away, stood and walked out. My steps started to get heavier and tears started to break out as it dawned on me that I was the only one who was there with no one at my side.

Pasyal sa Zambales

Nitong nagdaang Sabado at Linggo ay lumayo na naman ako sa probinsiyang kinalakihan ko. Zambales ang tinungo ko at ng mga kasama ko para ipagdiwang ang kaarawan ng isa naming kaibigan.

Mabigat ang loob ko sa pag-alis, palibhasa may pag-aalalang kinikimkim simula pa nung nagdaang gabi. Naayos din naman ang mga bagay bagay sa paglipas ng oras. Hindi namin ininda ang mainit na byahe papuntang Zambales. Walang freon ang aircon ng sasakyan namin kaya ang dakilang hangin ang sumagip sa amin mula sa init. Masaya naman kami kahit gutom na at palagiang kinukulit ng asong kasama namin. Pagdating namin sa Zambales, matinding ihawan ng ulam agad ang naganap. Hirap na hirap kami magpabaga, buti na lang to the rescue si kuyang nagtatrabaho sa resort at dinalan kami ng uling na may baga na.  Nairaos na ang pagluluto ng barbeque at nagkainan na.

Pagkatapos kumain, deretso palit na ng damit dahil lilipat na kami ng isla. Pagkasakay ko sa bangka, ramdam ko na agad ang hilong hatid ng mga alon. Kumapit na lang ako sa posteng nasa gitna ng bangka at sinabi sa sariling “kaya ko to”. Nakaraos naman ako sa halos 45 minutong byahe sa bangka at sa wakas ay nakababa na sa unang islang aming pupuntahan, ang Anawangin Cove. Nakakabighani ang ganda ng lugar kaso panira ng view ang mga lalakeng nakatambay sa may lilim ng puno at panay ang sigaw ng “Miss, ang ganda mo naman! Kami na lang kunan mo ng litrato!”. Napailing na lang ako sabay lakad palayo. Camping site at snorkeling site ang Anawangin. Nag-ikot ikot lang kami at kumuha ng ilang litrato tapos ay sumakay na uli sa bangka at tumungo na sa kasunod na isla.

Capones island ang sunod naming pinuntahan, halos 30 minuto din ang layo mula sa Anawangin. Maganda ang buhangin sa dalampasigan ng islang ito kaya di na nakakapagtakang dito gustong mag-swimming ng mga tao. Humanap kami ng sarili naming pwesto na medyo nakakubli sa araw pagkatapos ay lumusong na sa tubig para ma-enjoy ang dagat. Ng masulit ko na ang ang tubig-alat, umahon na muna ko at iniwan ang mga kasama ko. Dala ang camera ko, nag-ikot muna ko sa isla. Nakita ko sa malayo na may nag-iisang taong naglalakad naman pabalik. Ng makasalubong ko siya, nalaman kong “fellow Nikon user” din siya. Ngumiti siya sakin sabay sabing “Marami kang makukuhanang magandang lugar sa banda dun. Di ko inexpect na photographer ka din, mas muka ka pa kasing modelo kesa taong kumukuha ng litrato”. Tumawa na lang ako, nagpasalamat at tumungo sa direksyong tinuro niya. Di naman siya nagkamali sa sinabi niya, masusulit ang camera mo sa dami ng pwedeng kuhanan. Kanya kanyang diskarte na lang kung pano mo palalabasin sa litrato ang ganda na nakikita ng mata mo. Ng matapos ako, binalikan ko na ang mga kasama ko at naabutan kong naghaharutan pa din sila sa may dalampasigan. Maya maya, sinundo na kami ni mamang bangkero. Palubog na raw ang araw at kailangan na namin puntahan ang huling isla sa aming listahan.

30 minuto na namang byahe sa bangka ang aming pinagdaanan bago marating ang huling isla. Di na kami nagswimming dito. Panay kuhanan na lang ng litrato habang naghihintay sa paglubog ng araw. Marami kaming nakasabay na turista na talaga namang kanya kanya ng gimik para makakuha ng magandang silhouette shot mula sa haring araw na unti unti ng nagkukubli mula sa aming paningin.

Matapos iyon, sakay na uli sa bangka upang simulan na ang byahe pabalik ng Pundaquit Beach. Pagdating sa hotel room, kumain na muna kami. Nag-aya pa magswimming ang birthday celebrant sa pool pagkatapos kumain pero tumanggi na ko at ganun din ang isang kasama namin. Sadyang di na ok ang pakiramdam ko, kaya dumeretso na ko sa banyo para maligo at pagkatapos ay humiga na sa kama.

Kinabukasan, nagbukas na ng regalo ang may kaarawan naming kaibigan. Nagustuhan naman niya lahat ng binigay namin sa kanya at pagkatapos ay nagyaya na siyang magluto ng agahan. Ala seis kami ng umaga nagsimulang magluto pero alas nuebe na kami nakakain. Sa nagbabagang uling lang kasi namin niluto ang lahat. Ng sa wakas ay makakain na, paliligo na sa dagat ang aming inatupag. Nagsipagligo na rin kami matapos ang halos dalawang oras at naghanda ng umalis.

Bandang ala una ng kami ay tumulak pabalik ng Bulacan. Mainit ang byahe kaya talaga namang sumakit ang ulo ko at nahilo ko. Idagdag pa ang phone kong nawalan ng baterya, kapag nga naman talagang minamalas ka. Pagdating ng Subic, nahuli pa ng pulis ang driver naming tumawid ng intersection sa maling linya. Tahimik na lang kami habang sinusulatan ni mamang pulis ang ticket na ibibigay niya samin. Pagkatapos ng insidenteng iyon, tuloy na uli ang byahe hanggang bumaba kami sa SM San Fernando para kumain muna. Nagulat ang lahat ng dumating ang boyfriend ng birthday celebrant na may bitbit na Red Ribbon Cake. Biglang hampas naman sakin ng isa naming kasama at sinabing “Ikaw kasi! Panay ang parinig mo ng cake sa Zambales!”. Natawa na lang ako ng maalala kong ako nga ang nagsabi nun. Ng busog na ang lahat, deretso na ang aming byahe pauwi.

Nakakapagod pero masaya ang naging pagbisita namin sa Zambales. At syempre di mapipigilan ang pagkantyaw sakin ng mga kaibigan ko kung saan ang sunod na destinasyon, ako na kasi ang susunod na magdiriwang ng kaarawan. Sabi ko na lang “Tingnan na lang natin kung ano ang mangyayari sa Enero abente uno”.

Buntong Hininga

Pano ko ba uumpisahan ang pagtatala ng mga nangyari sa araw na to? Ang bigat bigat ng loob ko sa lahat ng dinanas ko.

Pagluwas pa lang, tayuan na sa bus. Wala naman akong reklamo dun, sanay na ko. Pagbaba sa estasyon ng MRT, pila agad ang bumungad. Halos 500 meters din ang nilakad ko palayo sa estasyon. Bakit? Kasi nandun yung dulo ng pila. Talaga namang napamura na lang ako ng pabulong. Pagkapasok ko sa mismong estasyon, pila na naman. Halos 150 meters ang haba sa bawat pinto ng tren. Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, “Ok lang yan, di ka naman nagmamadali”. 15 minuto ang lumipas. Lahat ng dumadaang tren nag-uumapaw na sa tao kaya naman ang pila di na rin umuusad at ang mga taong naghihintay, yamot na yamot na. “Skip train po ang susunod na tren. Inuulit ko po, skip train ang kasunod na tren”, sabi ng announcer. Akala ko magandang balita yun pero nung dumating na ang skip train at nagsimula na kong bitbitin ng mga tao kahit hindi ako naglalakad e alam kong hindi magandang pangitain yun. Pagkapasok sa loob ng tren, yung bag nung nasa likod nakadiin sa likod ko at yun namang backpack ng nasa harap ko e nakadagan sa dibdib ko. Ipit na ipit ako at hindi ako makahinga. Pagkalipas ng mga dalawang estasyon, di pa rin nababawasan ang tao. Nagsimula ko ng habulin ang paghinga ko at talaga namang nahihilo na ko. Nag-uumpisa na ring lumabo ang paningin ko at unti unti ng bumibitaw sa hand rail ang kamay ko. “Ganito pala ang pakiramdam ng malunod ng walang tubig” yan ang iniisip ko. Abot langit ang panalangin kong wag akong himatayin at makarating ako sa bababaan ko. Sa awa ng Diyos, nakatagal ako kahit umiikot na ang mundo ko at di ko na maaninag ang muka ng mga tao sa paligid ko. Pagkababa ko, napasandal ako sa pader at napaupo sa sahig. Buti na lang pinuntahan ako agad nung guard na nakabantay at inalalayan ako papunta sa isang upuan. Pinaypayan niya ko sabay abot ng tubig. Makalipas ang ilang minuto, medyo bumabalik na ang ulirat ko. Nagpasalamat ako sa guard at nagsimula na kong umakyat ng hagdan kahit pa alam kong hindi deretso ang lakad ko. Pagkalabas ko ng estasyon, nakakita ko ng KFC. Pumasok muna ko dun, umupo at nagpahinga hanggang alam kong kaya ko na.

Nung di na ko masyadong nahihilo, lumabas na ko at nagsimula ng maglakad. Nakarating naman ako sa building na dapat kong puntahan. Pagka-abot ko ng application form, pinapunta na ko sa ibang kwarto. Inabutan ako ng folder at papel. Exam agad, 30 items. Buti na lang tungkol lang sa grammar. Nasagot ko naman ng maayos. Nung na-check na ng staff yung papel ko, pinalipat uli ako ng kwarto. Initial interview na. Napakapit ako sa silya ko sa mga tinanong sakin. “Ni hindi mo binuksan yung resume ko, hindi ako IT grad. Wala akong kaalam alam sa mga tinatanong mo.” yan ang pilit sinisigaw ng isip ko. Alam ko na ang kasunod nun, “Thank you for applying but you have not…..”. Lumabas na ko sa building at naghanap ng uupuan. Nakakita naman ako ng isang bench sa may lilim kaya dun muna ko tumambay. Nakakita ko ng mga street photographers at bigla ko tuloy naisip na sayang at di ko dala yung camera ko. Pilit ko iniisip kung ano ng gagawin ko. Tumayo na ko sa bench at nag-ikot sa Glorietta. Nung masakit na ang paa ko, bumalik na ko sa estasyon ng MRT at nanalanging konti lang sana ang tao dahil ayoko ng maulit yung nangyari kanina. Dininig naman ng Diyos ang panalangin ko.

Pagkababa ng tren, mall uli ang nasa harap ko. Kaya nag-ikot uli ako. Nung pagod na ko, naghanap ako ng uupuan. Pagtingin ko sa bag ko, bukas yung bulsa. Pagtingin ko sa loob, wala na kong pera. Halos maiyak ako sa kinauupuan ko, di ko alam kung pano ko makakauwi. Natulala na lang ako ng halos 30 minuto, ramdam kong tumutulo ang luha ko pero di na ko nag-abalang punasan. Pagkapa ko sa may isang bulsa ng bag ko, may nahawakan akong barya. Tiningnan ko agad at nakahinga ko ng maluwag. Saktong pamasahe sa bus yung baryang naiwan. Umupo lang muna ko dun hanggang nailabas na ng luha ko ang bigat ng loob ko.

Pagkadating ko sa bahay, dumeretso ko sa kwarto at umiyak uli ako. Ngayon ko napatunayang hindi kayang pahupain ng pagod ang emosyon ko.

Insomnia

 

Tatlong oras lang ang tulog ko kagabi. Pero hindi lang ngayon nangyari to, magtatatlong linggo na rin akong ganito. Insomnia na ba to? Di naman siguro. Nurse ako pero pagdating sa sarili ko, takot akong alamin ang totoo. 

Sa umaga lang naman ako nagkakape at ganito lang naman ang timpla ko: 1/2 tsp coffee, 3 tsp creamer, 2 tsp sugar. Di naman siguro sapat na dahilan yun para di ako makatulog. At isa pa, bago pa man sumapit ang gabi, nailabas na ng sistema ko ang kapeng ininom ko nung umaga.

Hindi naman masakit ang ulo ko at di rin naman ako nahihilo, pero utang na loob, gusto ko rin namang makaranas ng mahabang tulog. Yun nga lang parang pinipilit akong panatilihing gising ng utak ko, hindi ko naman alam kung bakit. 

Sa sobrang tagal kong naghihintay sa pagdalaw ng antok kagabi, may namuo tuloy na linya sa isip ko: “Minamahal ko, sa tuwing papalitan ng buwan ang araw. Mga mata mo ang nagsisilbing tanglaw. Kaalinsabay ng paghalik ng malamig na hangin sa balat ko ang pagdampi ng init ng pagmamahal mo. Ipangako mong habang buhay akong kakalingain ng ganito at ibibigay ko ang sarili ko ng buong buo.” Yung role play ng Florante at Laura namin nung highschool ang nasa isip ko habang binubuo to. Pinilit kong balikan kung pano ko ni-rephrase yung mga kataga ni Balagtas. Yun kasi ang trabaho ko dahil scriptwriter ako. 

Eto pang isa, “Kung tatanungin mo kung sino ka sa buhay ko. Eto ang sagot ko. Ikaw ang kahinaan na nagpapatunay ng pagiging tao ko. Ikaw ang luha na nagsasabing hindi lahat ng bagay madali sa mundo. Ikaw ang takot na nagpapakitang hindi lahat ng aspeto ng buhay makokontrol ko. Ikaw ang nagpatotoo na marami pa kong pagdaraanan sa landas na tinatahak ko, pero ikaw rin ang nagsabing “Magpakatatag ka. Nandito lang ako.” Anong iniisip ko habang binubuo to? Eto, “H-higit k sa maganda… higit sa mak… sa makikita ng mata at matatanaw ng diwa…higit sa maipipinta ng awit…at malililok ng salita…higit sa malilipad ng pangarap at masisisid ng tula…higit ka sa pinakamagandang katha.” Yan ang pinakagusto kong linya mula sa libro ni Bob Ong na Kapitan Sino. Alam kong wala pa sa kalingkingan ng sinulat niya yung sinulat ko, pero hindi naman siguro sinulat ni Bob Ong yan dahil lang di siya makatulog. =P

Biyaya na rin sigurong maituturing ang hindi pagsipot ng antok sakin gabi gabi. Bukod sa kung ano anong salitang nagsasama sama sa utak ko na milagrong nagkakaron naman ng kahulugan. Malamang eto na ang ginagawang paghahanda ng katawan at isip ko sa trabahong balak kong pasukan. 

When a girl say…

When a girl says “I can handle it”. You can believe her because it’s true. But it would make a whole lot of difference if you’d be brave enough to say “Hey, I know you got things under control. But still, I won’t let you go in it alone”.

The Perfect Man

What is the perfect man? Or rather, who is the perfect man? Well, he would be painted differently by different women. All depending on which colors a woman wants to see everyday for the rest of her life and which brush she chooses to paint him with. He could be tall or short, with blonde or dark hair, with deep blue eyes or expressive black ones. He could be whoever he is in a woman’s mind.

More and more women become desperate in waiting for their perfect man. Some of them runs out of patience and resort to the method of trial and error. The result? They end up with an entire collection of bad relationships at their heels which then drains their self-confidence. While others got so much patience in them that they keep on waiting and waiting, reserving themselves for their perfect man. The outcome? Since their idea of a perfect man is oftentimes not rooted on reality, they end up alone for the rest of their lives, cursing Cupid for not poaching their hearts.

So what is my idea of a perfect man? It’s pretty simple. A guy who automatically knows when I’m troubled just by the look on my eyes and knows when to ask about it and when to just make me smile and forget it. A guy who’s got clear priorities, who knows where his life should go and makes me a part of it. A guy who may not be vocally expressive but makes me feel that he’ll be there and that he’s not going anywhere. A guy who knows how to tame all my bad qualities and dramatic tendencies. A guy who believes in me and what I can do despite other people telling me otherwise. And I’m happy to say that my perfect man does exist. He’s not just an idea. He’s in the flesh and he’s got my back in everything I do.

You see, perfection is not a concrete thing. It’s not something that takes on a material, tangible form in reality. Perfection is a perspective. If you perceive someone as perfect, then he is perfect. No arguments needed.

A Different Kind of Bookworm

My life is in a standstill nowadays but since I know for a fact that it’s not gonna stay that way for long, I took advantage of this peaceful day to catch up on some reading.

If I’ll compare my preferences of the movies I watch to the books I read, the gap will be huge. Anybody can make me watch anything, be it adventure, action, horror, inspirational, romance or comedy. I’ll literally watch any movie under the sun, may the actors/actresses be known or not, may the effects be good or bad, may the lines be great or lame. I could handle it. But things are different when it comes to books. It’s not that my standards are high, it’s just that I’m very particular with what the book is about.

Almost every girl I know have read the 50 shades of grey and they’re like “You should read that! It’s a really good book!”. I’ve heard plenty of things about it. That if you happen to have an existing sex life, it’ll broaden what you know  and will make things more exciting for you and your partner. If you happen to not have a sex life, it’ll open your eyes to what it’s like. So far, women have experienced an entirely different form of love by reading that book. Still, despite every good feedback that I’ve heard from its readers, I can’t make myself read it. It’s not that I don’t like the idea of passionate love and sex, it’s just that when it comes to books, my mind yearns for a different genre.

As for the Twilight series, I’m a big fan of its movies. I mean I’ve watched each and every single one of it. I love the characters, I love the plot, I love the twists. But if you’re gonna ask me if I’m gonna read its entire collection of books, the answer would be no. I’ve only read one of them and that’s just because someone gave me a hardbound copy of New Moon as a gift and I thought it would be a shame if I didn’t even try to read it. Books that tackle romance don’t exactly make my head turn in a bookstore.

You see, my taste in books are I guess…eccentric and odd. I read books only from 2 genres. First, if it involves magic, witchcraft or wizardry, that will make my heart pump blood faster than my body can use it. Second, if it involves mysteries, deduction, spies, mind-boggling crimes or game of wits, that will make me grab that book and bring it to the counter instantaneously. I don’t know why I came to love those kind of books instead of the romantic ones that most girls are after, but I don’t mind being different. I don’t mind being called a geek, a nerd, or a different kind of bookworm because I can’t change the things I love. I guess people would just have  to accept the fact that not all people are into the things that they like.

This Time

“I don’t want to be the one at fault again”. I heard this line from a movie and it struck my heart. Mainly because that’s exactly how I feel. I’ve made so many mistakes. I don’t want to make another one. Especially on the field of love.

When I was a lot younger, I never knew the value of the things I have. All the while I’m thinking “Everything can be replaced if they get broken or lost”. So I took everything for granted. That was me until I saw him turn his back and leave during one of those cold eves of August. I was crying hard. I felt like my heart is being torn apart inside of me. I wanted to shout his name, call him back and beg him not to leave me. But I couldn’t. Not even a word left my lips. To just stand there and watch him go without knowing when he’ll be back was the most painful thing I had to go through. Thoughts like “Why did I make things hard for him?”, “Why didn’t I let him have my heart sooner?”, “We could have spent more time together if I wasn’t so stubborn” came flooding in my head. My chest is heavy with regret. And the fact that I know I could have done more kills me. I did nothing but cry throughout the days that came.

After I got a hold of myself, I got so scared of having to go through that again and so I lied to him, told him that I didn’t love him anymore. I tried having a relationship with someone else but it’s just not the same. And so it didn’t last long. I found myself coming back to him but at that point in time, he already got tired of waiting for me and I couldn’t blame him. I accepted his decision with my heart breaking into pieces. I keep asking myself “Why do you keep messing up…why do you keep messing up…”. I have a billion regrets pouncing on my chest. I cried myself to sleep every single night thinking why I didn’t fight for him.  I was so fucking stupid. Do you know how it feels like when you lose the most important person in your life just because you were afraid to make the right decisions at the right time? It sucks. And it’s the most painful form of dying because it kills you slowly inside.

However to my surprise, after sometime, a miracle was handed to me. I was given a second chance. At first, I was afraid. I thought that things would be a little different considering that I messed up a lot in the past. Maybe he won’t be able to love me as much as last time or maybe he wouldn’t be able to trust me like before. But no, the opposite happened. He showed me the most beautiful form of love that ever existed on earth. He looked at me as if I’m the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He held my hand as if he wouldn’t know what to do if I leave his side. He kissed me as if it’s the first time he’ll ever reach for my lips. He didn’t mind that I made a lot of mistakes. He just loved me as I am. And I said to myself “You lucky bitch, what did you do to deserve a love like this?”.

So since that 22nd of March, I promised myself that I’ll never let him go again. That no matter what happens I’ll be there for him and I’ll fight for him. That this time I won’t be afraid to compromise. This time I’ll give him the best of me. This time I won’t be stupid. This time I will do things right. This time will be the time I make up for all the mistakes I did and all the times that were lost because of me. This time is the time I change for the better.

Will-O’-the-Wisp

 

It is said that will-o’-the-wisps are a trail of ghostly blue flames or lights usually seen in forests, swamps and marshes at the most uncomfortable times of night. They lure the travelers and lead them away from the right path. Having said this, it really intrigued me when Merida’s mother in the movie ‘Brave’ said that “Wisps can lead you to your fate”. How can this be when in actuality, they lead you astray? Well only now did I realize the truth behind those words.

We all have our own will-o’-the-wisps. And I guess sometimes we’re meant to follow them simply because at some point we are meant to get lost. For it is only through getting lost that we learn to appreciate being on the right track. It is only through getting lost that we’ll have the eagerness to find our way back and to never let ourselves fall astray again.

And other times I guess we follow them because we need to get off track. Maybe it’s because we’re too blinded by everything that our path has laid out in front of us, that we pay no mind to everything else that’s going on around us. And losing our way is the only thing that will make us see the important things that we have overlooked.

Will-o’-the-wisps, whether they be true or not, serve as a great inspiration. I’m not saying that being lured to the wrong way is a good thing. It’s just that sometimes, it has to happen. I mean, we’re humans. And when did humans get things right the first time? Never. That’s why we invented second chances. Because of the fact that we are so gullible to committing mistakes, we are in a constant need for second chances. A second shot at life, a second shot at love, a second shot to come back strong and prove that your mistakes will not dictate who you are. Losing your way doesn’t make you any less of a person. It just makes you human.