Looking Back Those Moments…
Feels like so many things have changed. Did I change? Or it’s just the things around me that changed?
The Past...
For someone that I used to know - I haven't thanked him yet for the memories because I was bitter at first. Well, I can say that it was short but sweet somehow (though he never gave me flowers). At least that's what I felt. But some things must come to an end. He ended it, what can I do? So I set him free even though it was so difficult at the beginning. I’ve cried some nights for it – asking myself what wrong I have done for me to experience such pain. But now, I can say that I finally moved -- not “on” but “forward”. Just acceptance is everything. Now, I am starting a new path. I am living the past behind, and face today and tomorrow with new hopes.
The book is closed, the year is done, the pages full of tasks begun. A little joy, a little care, along with dreams, are written there. This new day brings another year, renewing hope, dispelling fear. And we may find before the end, a deep content, another friend.
-- Arch Ward
The Friendship
I am not that so friendly person when I was a child, and I carried that unfriendly attitude of mine since elementary maybe because of the fear for the fact that some things come and go, like friendship.
Well, I became a little less unfriendly - at least - when I entered high school. High school, yes. Being one of the CAT-I officers in our school, I need to. I know that I can't command a platoon with just a strict look and voice. I knew from the very start that I must befriend them -- for them to obey me, and the most important thing is to gain their respect, not their fear.
I realized that there's nothing wrong being friendly at all when I entered college. I gradually came out of my "shell" and shared smiles to my classmates and schoolmates. I had fun being in SC organization and I felt such fulfillment being a part of giving help for my co-schoolmates regarding school matters and to other people as well. My favorite part there is the annual outreach program where our organization goes out to urban places to give away toys, clothes, books and food for the needy ones. Oh, how I miss those days. One day I’ll pay a visit to my alma mater.
Friends are great!
I met another bunch of real good friends many months ago. I can say that their company is great and when I’m with them, I am just me. No one else. I can be so persistent, so loud, weird and annoying. I can even smile my heart out and laugh like a child. I have learned many things from them. They’re really wonderful so thanks to them.
The Quotes!
Some quotes dedicated to those people (you know who you are, guys!):
Sometimes just a smile on our face,
Can help to make this world a better place.
Stand up for the things that are right.
Try to talk things out instead of fight.
Lend a hand when you can, get involved this is good.
You can help to make a difference in your neighborhood.
-- Robert Alan
If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them; I'd be at the bottom to catch them.
A friend drops their plans when you're in trouble, shares joy in your accomplishments, feels sad when you're in pain. A friend encourages your dreams and offers advice--but when you don't follow it, they still respect and love you.
-- Doris Wild Helmering
A friend is someone who, upon seeing another friend in immense pain, would rather be the one experiencing the pain, than to have to watch their friend suffer.
-- Amanda Gier
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
-- Henri Nouwen The
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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