I was born.
I am made of blood, flesh and soul. I will yet discover new horizons and live a marvelous life!
Then I turned 7. I have always been serious about things. My parents always taught me to fight and win battles, no matter how small they are! They said it was my mission - to win! I never took a break. I neither play with my neighbors my age. I have always held on to my books. And yes! I was successful! I was declared the winner as I placed first in class. Mission fulfilled.
Then came my fourth grade. I conquered battles in the past and I was accelerated by that time.
"I have to double my efforts," I said to myself.
Then came the day that changed my perception. A girl, who had a fair complexion, long hair and brown eyes, laughed at me for no reason at all. I was shocked, thinking of what I might have done to make her sniggle that much. She said "You are so funny! You are so serious. You remind me of my friend!"
I laughed! Not because of what she said but how she said it. I realized that it would be easier for me to do things if I just take things loosely. And in fact, it was. From then on, I never had a day passed by without me cracking a joke or two. Fortunately, someone, if not everyone, laughs at my jokes. But this image of being a "funny guy" led to another life-redressing experience.
My friends always call me conceited. It's either cocky, bigheaded, or that I have a loudmouth and the like. At first, I wondered. Why are they call me that way? I have always been kidding and they know when I'm kidding or not. Why call me those things when I know I'm not? But I answered those questions myself. It's just that sometimes, when you feel you are really funny, you step and hurt other people. How can I be so blind?! Nonetheless, I changed my way and I was more sensitive to the feelings of others.
Even though I improved myself, people still treat me the way they used to see me - an overweening, phony, self-important guy who cracks jokes in class and hurt somebody eventually. Sometimes, they hit me with too many offensive jokes, believing that they would never hurt me from inside. I never thought there were no other words more deleterious and depressing than those stated above. Until that very day . . . . . .
"Hoy grabeh ka ui!!! TANGAA JUD NIMO UI! Wala biya'y tambal sa pagkatanga!" Those were the exact words this person I just forgave recently said about me. What's worse is the manner he said it. But I proved him wrong. And I got the last LAUGH!!!
Don't worry. That person is sill alive and kicking. Anyways, I have found Jesus in my life. But that doesn't end there. I still have to do a lot of cruising. And I just hope that the mighty hand of Jesus Christ would guide me all the way to the finish line - and be declared the WINNNER!
I am made of blood, flesh and soul. I will yet discover new horizons and live a marvelous life!
Then I turned 7. I have always been serious about things. My parents always taught me to fight and win battles, no matter how small they are! They said it was my mission - to win! I never took a break. I neither play with my neighbors my age. I have always held on to my books. And yes! I was successful! I was declared the winner as I placed first in class. Mission fulfilled.
Then came my fourth grade. I conquered battles in the past and I was accelerated by that time.
"I have to double my efforts," I said to myself.
Then came the day that changed my perception. A girl, who had a fair complexion, long hair and brown eyes, laughed at me for no reason at all. I was shocked, thinking of what I might have done to make her sniggle that much. She said "You are so funny! You are so serious. You remind me of my friend!"
I laughed! Not because of what she said but how she said it. I realized that it would be easier for me to do things if I just take things loosely. And in fact, it was. From then on, I never had a day passed by without me cracking a joke or two. Fortunately, someone, if not everyone, laughs at my jokes. But this image of being a "funny guy" led to another life-redressing experience.
My friends always call me conceited. It's either cocky, bigheaded, or that I have a loudmouth and the like. At first, I wondered. Why are they call me that way? I have always been kidding and they know when I'm kidding or not. Why call me those things when I know I'm not? But I answered those questions myself. It's just that sometimes, when you feel you are really funny, you step and hurt other people. How can I be so blind?! Nonetheless, I changed my way and I was more sensitive to the feelings of others.
Even though I improved myself, people still treat me the way they used to see me - an overweening, phony, self-important guy who cracks jokes in class and hurt somebody eventually. Sometimes, they hit me with too many offensive jokes, believing that they would never hurt me from inside. I never thought there were no other words more deleterious and depressing than those stated above. Until that very day . . . . . .
"Hoy grabeh ka ui!!! TANGAA JUD NIMO UI! Wala biya'y tambal sa pagkatanga!" Those were the exact words this person I just forgave recently said about me. What's worse is the manner he said it. But I proved him wrong. And I got the last LAUGH!!!
Don't worry. That person is sill alive and kicking. Anyways, I have found Jesus in my life. But that doesn't end there. I still have to do a lot of cruising. And I just hope that the mighty hand of Jesus Christ would guide me all the way to the finish line - and be declared the WINNNER!
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