#runningthoughts

Just until we breathe. Drought season-yes, there's that season in life. and it is this season now as for me. I am talking about Financial aspect in life. We all experience this.

I have been saving through this wallet account (i call it this way), COL Financial. This has been plugged by Bo Sanchez (i think we all know him. If you're a Filipino reading this). It's a stock trading platform where you can buy securities of those blue-chip companies. I have with me JFC and MBTC. Intentionally bought them for emergencies (i should have thought initially as investment). And, oh, well. Life happens. Couldn't imagine that I would again face this phase (but not complaining, though). I know this is temporary. Decided again to sell my remaining stocks. Again, because I have sold few of them previously. I remember I bought them half of the selling price now way a year ago. That means, it has increased by 8% to date. That's the advantage of knowing the "time value of money... ...it's just that now, including the cost of buying it, i have to pull out too. It saddened me even by just thinking about it.

However, i left a minimum portion enough to maintain the account and so that the COL Company will not close it. It has to be this way for now. I/we can come back anytime, STRONG! Shall fill you soon. Much bigger! Wait for me.

I want to write something about this in no time. That? Maybe? I have already filled this with more than that I could ever imagine.

if i could turn back time. I would have done it differently...

BUT, reality as it is now... please G, show the way?

I am me.

I know no others like me, because I have felt none other like me.

I thought I did.

I would be pulled by the reflections of lights, and turn back and see myself in the sea and witness a halo of who I never was.

I would fall fall hard at such a velocity where water would be a wall and the impact so quick, as it happened I’d be enveloped and caressed by drowning sense of regret.

Death?

Are these thoughts mine are they simply a reflection that I have the ability to reiterate.

I know My words are romantic and I wish for them to be;

but they are reminiscent of a past that’s it littered with tragedy that eventually at some deep in the smile a sliver of the moon.

I miss you and I am crying far distant from the memories I have left the identities I have crafted with you, are me.

I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now…

So begins the thoughts for today: I just got back from a very hot, humid, sticky run and I have a huge smile on my face. When I went out I knew it would be tough, Sue had just come back from a walk with Abbey THE dog and was regaling me with Tales of Brave Ulysses along with repeated mentions of how humid it was. I was not really motivated to go, but I wanted to get some work in as I had done…

Today, July 4th, is usually a day of celebration. Barbecues, Beer, parties, fireworks, boisterous celebrations where (courtesy of Mr. James Buffett)

“American women in muumuus Talk about all the things they did today And their husbands quack about fishing As they slug those rum drinks down Discussing who caught what And who sat on his butt“

This year, 7/4/2020 is a bit different as well we…