The problem, mi amore

The problem, mi amore, is not that we are weak or inadequate to pursue higher ideals but that we dare not want to harness the strength within us to achieve our highest potential or aim for lofty cause at the expense of our interests. We are a specie born to pursue the fulfillment of our own pleasure and desires. Indeed, very very few among us ever get to that point where we

can rightfully say that we have emptied ourselves of our selves and are thus open to fill ourselves with more profound ideals. We are such wretched creature, as ancient scriptures declare ---

bound for self-destruction and the conquest of those of other species around us as well as our own. We thus need a savior who we nailed to the cross and we are dissapointed that he didn't deliver himself from it. We are kinda awed by the spectacular, by the magnificent, the mighty and the grand.

Because of our smallness and decrepit state, we do not tolerate

anything resembling our own pathetic state of being.

not an physical place

You ask me, "where is home"? Sorry, I've forgotten you can be very literal sometimes. Well, tell you what... i don't know... really, I'm still tryin' to find it. All i know right now is that it is not a physical address but a state of being.
It's the knowing you have arrived and you feel safe, secure. It's being sure of oneself and certain of one's calling. It's knowing you're you as God wants you to be and doing what God wants you to do. It's simply living your life as it's
laid out before you...taking the good with the bad, cryin' out the tears, laughin' out the fun, askin' out the questions, feelin' the pain, enjoying your triumphs and
learning from your failures. That's home. That's you. That's life. That's uniquely yours.I know I don't make sense to you again but one of these days, I know you'll
write to me and aggree.

Why???

I can never really understand why things turn out the way they did but they did. I guess I really have a knack for messing things up in my life. I, myself get sick and
tired of me sometimes and I really appreciate you, my friend, for putting up with this troubled soul up unto this very moment. I know you yourself don't understand and
really... understanding is not a way to deliverance. Trying to understand can even be a hindrance. Loving is the way... so it seems. just your presence, though, not physical just maybe your very essence can make a wayward pal turn his back towards
home. And home is where i'm bound to right now.

Don't be surprised

One might suppose that those destined to accomplish these butcheries
of men would be despised! No, they are loaded with honors. They are
clad in gold and in resplendent garments; they wear plumes on their
heads and ornaments on their breasts, and they are given crosses,
rewards, titles of every kind." - Guy de Maupassant

Your sentiments and peeves , mi amor, is nothing new or has it not been ehoed
by sensible souls like us through the centuries. Cheer up, dear, you're not
really alone. There are some kindred spirits out there who ache and sob over
the injustices of this world. Their voices may never be heard. But wouldn't that be far better off than to suffer in silence. We, who are in the business of humanitarian services must be aware how fragile and nil our lofty ideals are.
But then if we don't do our minute part in this sometimes lousy, sometimes
exciting game of living, how then do we fulfill our earhtly task and mission
and thereby attain our destiny. I still believe that what little thing we can do
at the moment, let's do with all our might like no one else can ever do it at all.

Hola amiga!

It's been a while, I know. I didn't like it either, you see. I got sidetracked by some worldly useless affairs but I'm back on track and am ready
to move on with the journey towards a more fulfilling and sensible ideals and
aspirations. How are things with you? Do I see a smile on that lovely face?
Do I see arms wide open to welcome back a prodigal friend? Do I have my pizza
and coffee ready? And yeah... those pictures.. Will I see some familiar faces
in your life? Or is there a new passion that has engulfed again your once
serene world?
Girl, don't be like me. I can handle pain. Sometimes I even deserve it.
You're much to delicate for that. Although I want you to be tough. I don't really want you hurt. But then again where else do you learn the essentials of life but
in the classroom of hurts and bruises. Guess, there's where you need to go. Go,
if you must just don't forget to come home when the going gets too tough for you to
handle. Your macadamia and margarita is waiting. And I'm smiling

Aren't I usually wrong with no apologies sometimes

There had been tons of things in my life that I have done wrong and have caused me deep regrets and yet looking back and asking myself whether I'd do hem all over again, guess ... I'd say I would. Gosh what's wrong with this writer... simply
crazy.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder