Everyone is fighting a battle you don’t know about.Be nice.
Not every drama is meant to seek attention, it might be a cry for help, a call for ears willing to listen, a hankerchief to wipe tears away or merely an outlet to pour emotions that was bottled in. Either way, Don’t deprive them to exhaust their burden even if it was little.
When someone offers to give you a hand, welcome them or refuse properly.
Helping hands are hard to comeby, you can’t afford to drive them away. There might come a time you will need them, and no one will be there for you.
As I walk along the road toward quarter life, I find myself passing by different walls and of fences. Some complete hides the house a few steps away, others barely serving the purpose of a fence but the house seems to be too far away from the street. There are walls made of iron, stone, bricks, marble and others shrubs.
There are those who deny its existence or absence
There are those who have several and there are other who have none.
There are those who built it so near the house it will make you think you’re inside. There are those who build it so far, you can no longer see the house.
Some built it like a maze, others like a pathway.
As I walk the street of Quarter Life, one thing is for sure…
…I am outside.
I have to stop jumping over stone walls only to have a broken leg; pulverize brick walls just to ruin a beautiful yard; to look through iron fences looking like a prisoner of the outside; and to pass through shrubs to find out it was poison ivy.
I have to stop.
I have to find my home.
…because I’m sure I won’t be driven away, ignored, or trespassing.
Finally I can be inside.
Ang buhay parang PBB may mga makikilala kang bagong mga tao na may sari-sariling kwento. Magkukwentuhan, magtatawanan, mag-aasaran, mag aaway at mag-iiyakan. Pero kalaunan magkakahiwa-hiwalay. Ikaw ang iiwanan o ikaw ang mangiiwan….
…pero parang sa PBB house, kadalasan ang naiiwan o ang huling lumalabas, ang nagiging big winner.