I live life not the way I want it. I live life the way I decided. Decisions never always reflect what you want. Whether it's a mistake or not, it is the way God wanted it to be. Not known for now, but there is a reason, for I have died once, yet lived again. Be it fraught with upsets, at the end of the road, for as long as I can say "I have not harmed a soul", then it withstood the waves and the journey was perfect.-Falcon116
Tuesday, April 24
What a pathetic little blog!!!!
I want to do more blogging, but heck...don't have the time and energy to do this...Maybe one day...
Neither an ostentatious nor a diffident blog... Here lies documentations of a peregrinator in search not of euphoria but of the foreordained meaning and logic of an ambiguous continuance.
But does not nessarily define me as an individual.
My Birth
Isn't that always the threshold of life's journey? I can't remember this moment anyhow.
My premature death
I almost drowned when I was six years old, proclaimed dead by a doctor and a nurse. Oh...this is not a posthumous blog. I lived to tell the tale. This event however precipitated my belief that I am here for a reason, a reason worthy of living.
Ateneo de Cagayan
My first year in the university. This was when I truly felt happiness, sadness, desperation, failure, trivial success, disapointments, love and betrayal. Epoch in which I discovered my strengths and weaknesses, but refused to learn from them (until now). Couple of years from this moment of time, my life turned up-side-down.
The Wedding
when I got married-separated-reconciled and lived on....
Birth Of My Star
The birth of my son is the culmination of this journey, the so called 'LIFE' ....
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