luna

“Bakit gusto mong mapag-isa?” “Ewan… basta I don’t feel alone when I’m alone.”

Now I understand why… solitude was never emptiness— it was freedom.

In being alone, I learned to notice— what I see, what I hear, what unfolds quietly around me. I learned by observing, by listening closely to life as it happens.

In being alone, I learned that I am strong, but I need help sometimes; that I am patient, when life moves too fast; that I am brave, even when I get scared— I learned that I am capable.

I came to realize that I am my home, a place where I am safe, protected, and at rest.

I found comfort in knowing that I will never be lost again, because God dwells within me. I am never truly alone.

In chess games, they said “the city is your board and the board is your city,” so you got to learn from the things that you see.

Took a stroll tonight, at the mall just me— my bag, and a very thick book, safe alone in the crowd. Bought a notebook then the cashier glanced and asked, “anong book yan, ma’am? accounting? hays, buti na lang talaga, hindi ako nag-tuloy ng accounting, haha.” I smiled, had a memory recall— one of my professors once said, “We walk outside with pride.”

This is surely not an easy path, and yet I still chose it. I started, even without knowing where it would lead. I am courageous, I am brave, for taking the risk. something caught me, the notebook cover… “Remember why you started.” And suddenly, everything made sense.

Graceful Days

I watch a group of elders, observing them with quiet admiration. Some are dressed like Gen-Z, a playful contrast to their years, while most wear casual outfits—if I’m not mistaken, they’ve just finished practicing a dance.

Their laughter and easy chitchat make me wonder— when I reach their age, will I have a new circle of friends? Or will it still be the same ones I’ve cherished all along?

I wonder what their lives were like in their youth— Did they ever fail a major subject? Did they savor life after college? Did they even finish school? What was life like in the early ‘90s? I bet it was fantastic.

I wish, I pray, that when I get to their age, I’ll still be with my best of friends. That no matter the challenges we conquer along the way, we’ll always find reasons to stay wild and free.

Moments in Kap Alfredo

I see parents adoring their children, their eyes mirroring futures yet to unfold. Laughter spills into the air, shouts and footsteps weave a melody— a song that lingers on my lips, etching a smile that time cannot erase.

I cannot help but think— I was once their age, once that free, once that happy.

I love this scenery, this fleeting moment wrapped in golden light. I am here, in a memory I once lived. And will never be.