Unsent Letters: Ang kabullshitan ng closure

Lakas lang makahugot nitong post na to from Rappler… Kung ako yung tipong may pinagdadaanan nung nabasa ko to malamang dinibdib ko to… Kaya nung nabasa ko to natawa na lang ako… Totoo nga yung ‘All wounds heal in time…’ Kasi pag natripan ko ng mag throwback instead na malungkot, natatawa na lang ako. So kung kayo yung tipong may pinagdadaanan ngayon, lilipas din yan eventually… :-)


Unsent Letters is a newsletter curated by Shakira Sison featuring unspoken sentiments gathered from reader submissions. It features unsent letters to real and imagined lovers. Rappler publishes Unsent Letters every Saturday.

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Tapos na tayo. At kahit balikan mo pa ang pahina kung saan nakasulat ang kwento natin, hindi mo na mababago iyon.

Sinabi mo noon na magiging lubos lang ang kaligayahan mo sa oras na pakawalan kita. Mali ka. Ako ang sumaya habang ikaw ngayon ay baon sa alaala ng ating nakaraan na pilit mo pa ring binabalikan. Huli na. Huli na para sa ating dalawa pero hindi pa huli ang lahat para sa ‘yo. Gagamitin ko ang gasgas na linyang, “Huwag mong hanapin sa ibang tao ang kaligayahan mo.”

Iniwan mo ako dahil hindi ka na masaya sa piling ko. Iniwan mo ako dahil masaya ka sa piling ng iba. Madalas mangyari ‘yang ganyang kuwento, pansin mo? Alam ko ang mga naging pagkukulang ko sa ‘yo, na kinalaunan ay natanggap ko at s’ya kong binitbit sa aking paglalakbay tungo sa susunod na kabanata ng aking buhay. Sa maniwala ka’t sa hindi, ni katiting na galit wala na akong nararamdaman. Kasi nga, naka-move on na ako.

Bakit ikaw hindi pa eh, ikaw itong nang-iwan? Ang inasahan ko nga, milya-milya na ang narating mo. Mayroon ka bang dinaanang short-cut at nalubog ka sa kumunoy ng regret? At ano itong sinasabi mong “closure” na kailangan mo? Naghiwalay tayo nang maayos. Kahit na parang dinidikdik mo ako sa almires noong mga panahong iyon, maayos pa rin akong nakipag-usap sa ‘yo. Huwag mong gamitin ang salitang “closure” kung ang totoong bagay na gusto mong matikman ay isang guilt-free cake. Kung mayroon man akong tatanggapin sa ‘yo ngayon, tama na ang isang sorry. Kung iyon ang magpapagaan ng kalooban (o konsiyensya) mo.

Huwag kang mag-enroll sa Timehop University-College of What-Ifs, Major in Apologizing 1,874,364,467 times and #InstagrammingMyMessagesForYouAndGetSympathyFromRandomPeople. Pili lamang ang alam ng followers mo. ‘Yang pagdadrama mo lang ang alam nila, at parang ako pa ang walang puso sa dating ng mga mensahe mo. Malaki ang problema mo… sa sarili mo. Huwag ka nang mandamay ng ibang tao na matagal nang wala sa buhay mo. Huwag mong ipasa sa kanila ang mga kabullshitan ng buhay mo.

Tapos na tayo. At kahit balikan mo pa ang pahina kung saan nakasulat ang kuwento natin, hindi mo na mababago iyon. Naka-imprenta na, eh. Subukan mo mang burahin ang mga masasama at masasakit na pangyayari, dudumi lang ang pahina at kung ipipilit mo talaga, baka mapunit mo pa. Sa halip na mayroon kang maisaayos sa buhay mo, lalo mo pang sinira.

Madalas akong makatanggap ng ganitong linya sa mga tao sa paligid ko: “Bakit wala ka pa ring jowa? Ang lungkot naman ng buhay mo.”

Ang mabilis kong sagot ay, “Hindi ah. Bakit ko naman iaasa ang sarili kong kaligayahan sa presensya ng ibang tao?”

Desisyon ko ang huwag munang pumasok sa isang relasyon. At sa ngayon, masaya ako sa itinatakbo ng buhay ko. Hindi ko sinasabing huwag kayong makipagrelasyon, mga gung-gong. Ang sa akin lang, kung may malasakit ka sa mga tao sa paligid mo, at alam mong hindi ka pa handang makipag-relasyon, bakit mo hahatakin ang isang inosenteng buhay sa drama mo? Buuin mo muna ang sarili mong jigsaw puzzle bago ka kumuha ng bagong set sa shelf. Hindi ka mauubusan, marami pang ibang branches ang Toys ‘R’ Us kung sakaling wala na sa mall na paborito mong puntahan – gets mo ba? Ang ibig kong sabihin ay maglakbay ka, puwedeng literal, puwedeng hindi.

Huwag mong ikulong sa iisang lugar o kaisipan ang tunay na kaligayahan. Huwag mong ikulong sa pangalan ng isang tao ang salitang kaligayahan.

Sana maging maayos na ang lagay mo sa lalong madaling panahon at sana manahimik ka na… LOLjk!

The Crossroads of Should and Must

by Elle Luna

This is a story about two roads — Should and Must. It’s a pep talk for anyone who’s chosen Should for far too long — months, years, maybe a lifetime — and feels like it’s about time they gave Must a shot

There are two paths in life: Should and Must. We arrive at this crossroads over and over again. And each time, we get to choose.

Over the past year I’ve chosen Must again and again. And it was petrifying. And at times it was dark. But I would never, ever, trade this past year for anything. This essay is my three biggest takeaways from the experience. It’s for anyone who is thinking of making the jump from Should to Must. Anyone looking to follow the energy deep within their chest but aren’t quite sure how.

Should is how others want us to show up in the world — how we’re supposed to think, what we ought to say, what we should or shouldn’t do. It’s the vast array of expectations that others layer upon us. When we choose Should the journey is smooth, the risk is small.

Must is different—there aren’t options and we don’t have a choice.

Must is who we are, what we believe, and what we do when we are alone with our truest, most authentic self. It’s our instincts, our cravings and longings, the things and places and ideas we burn for, the intuition that swells up from somewhere deep inside of us. Must is what happens when we stop conforming to other people’s ideals and start connecting to our own. Because when we choose Must, we are no longer looking for inspiration out there. Instead, we are listening to our calling from within, from some luminous, mysterious place.

Must is why Van Gogh painted his entire life without ever receiving public recognition. Must is why Mozart performed Don Giovani and Coltrane played his new sound, even as the critics called it ugly. Must is why that lawyer in his thirties spent three years writing his first novel only to be rejected by three dozen publishers. He honored his calling, eventually received a “yes,” and that is why John Grisham is a household name today. Must isn’t exclusively for writers and painters and composers, though. Must is why, in the early days, Airbnb sold boxes of cereal to make ends meet because no one would give them money and every conceivable metric said they should quit.

While working at Mailbox, I came across Stefan Sagmeister’s TED talk about jobs, careers, and callings.

He spoke about their differences, and I began to wonder which one I had. At the same time, I was also reading a biography about Picasso.

In it, Arianna Huffington describes the joy she felt learning about how Picasso chose to live his life:

The more I discovered about his life and the more I delved into his art, the more the two converged. “It’s not what an artist does that counts, but what he is,” Picasso said. But his art was so thoroughly autobiographical that what he did was what he was.

Picasso’s life blended seamlessly with his work. It was all one huge swirling mix of bullfights and beaches and booze. And we could tell. Because to look at one of Picasso’s canvases is quite literally to look into his soul. And this is exactly what happens when our life, our essence, is one and the same with our work. It’s when job descriptions and titles no longer make sense because we don’t go to work— we are the work.

And this lead me to a big hypothesis. What if…

What if who we are and what we do become one and the same? What if our work is so thoroughly autobiographical that we can’t parse the product from the person? What if our jobs are our careers and our callings?

And this was about the time that my head exploded.

Choosing Must sounds fantastic, right? To step into the fullness of our gifts and offer them up to the world in the form of our work.

Well, it turns out that choosing Must is scary, hard, and a lot like jumping off a terrifyingly high cliff where you can’t see anything down below.

It was one year ago that I jumped off the first of many cliffs, leaving a dream job at Mailbox to make art.

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Choosing Must creates the kind of work that puts ripples through the universe.

But it starts as a whisper, a call from somewhere far away.

The path to my Must started with a recurring dream about a white room.

Concrete floors, white walls, and a mattress on the floor. That was it. And I would visit this room practically every night. One day, a friend asked the question that would forever change the course of my life: “Have you ever thought about finding your dream in real life?” I hadn’t, but later, I began to wonder…

Craigslist, I thought.

As I scanned the tiny photos of apartments for rent, I felt ridiculous. But then, I saw it. The white room. There it was, literally right there on the computer screen — my dream— in a tiny image just 72 x 72 pixels big.

And, just like that, my journey began.

Growing up in Texas, I had a vague idea of what it meant to be “called” — in the grand sense of the word — although I had never experienced it for myself. Moses was a favorite story of mine, because Moses was the last person on earth we would choose to lead thousands of people to the promised land. He was quiet; he had a stutter; and yet, Moses was called.

“Follow your bliss and doors will open where there were no doors before,” modern philosopher Joseph Campbell wrote. But recently, someone asked me a question, “But what if I don’t hear the call?” he asked. “What if I want to hear it but I can’t? What do I do then?”

And two ideas came to mind.

At Mailbox, we adopted a well-known practice from Amazon to write our future press release. That’s right, we wrote a real press release about a nonexistent product — the one that we wanted to exist in the world. We envisioned the headlines. We dreamed of what would happen if all of our wildest dreams came true. We even taped it inside of a magazine and put it on the coffee table. Most of us do this kind of big scary dreaming with our products, or our companies, but very few of us do it with our lives.

Roz Savage, a management consultant in London living “the big life” was 33 when she sat down and wrote two versions of her obituary:

The first was the life that I wanted to have. I thought of the obituaries that I enjoyed reading, the people that I admired… the people [who] really knew how to live,” she says. “The second version was the obituary that I was heading for — a conventional, ordinary, pleasant life. The difference between the two was startling. Clearly something was going to have to change… I felt I was getting a few things figured out. But I was like a carpenter with a brand new set of tools and no wood to work on. I needed a project. And so I decided to row the Atlantic.


Back at Mailbox, it was 8 a.m. on Thursday, February 7, 2013 when we popped the first bottle of champagne. There were 13 of us, and we were all wide-eyed, staring at our monitors, watching as nine months of work on the iPhone app was released into the world. As I looked around at the incredible people in that room, and watched the live ticker grow and grow, I knew that this moment was one of the highlights of my life. But, in the very back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what any of it had to do with my dream of a white room.

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Choosing Must often requires a leap of faith.

If you’ve ever peered out over the edge of a cliff, you’ve felt the fear.

Choosing Must raises questions that are scary, big, and often, without an easy answer in sight. Here are three of the biggest fears I’ve heard, and what to do about them.

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Money can be a bridge to the freedom of exploring Musts. And it often doesn’t require much. But it does require determination. Money can be used to buy you a day, a week, month of time to work on a Must, which may amount to nothing. Or it can be used to buy a sweater, a suit, a car — the value of which is obvious and low risk.

Of course, the best way to make money is to figure out what you love and then give yourself to it. Because the people who consistently choose Must over Should find a way to make it work, and, once they take the leap, they find it’s easier to make money doing what they love than they ever imagined.

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Finding our calling doesn’t mean we need to quit our jobs. And it also doesn’t mean we need to book a one-way ticket to a faraway magical land where there’s no cell service. As someone who did both of those things, I know first hand that it’s easy to pack a small bag, wave goodbye, and push the eject button for a while. But the return, the re-entry phase, can be absolutely brutal.

The harder road, trickier, and more sustainable, is to make shifts every day within our existing reality. To integrate, not obliterate. For Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In was a tiny yet growing piece of her heart for years until it exploded into the world — all the while she was still running one of the world’s biggest companies and raising two children. Weaving our Must into our existing reality is about co-designing small opportunities with our teams. It’s about setting aside quiet time to be alone with our thoughts, and then actually following through. It’s about doing one small thing, anything, to honor our personal truth — today.

But while money and schedules are the reasons cited most often for not making the leap, I believe the real reason is something deeper and far scarier.

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While Must comes from somewhere deep inside of us, a beautiful truth that calls to us from within, Should comes from somewhere external, a place that’s equally important and powerful. Should comes from the place we call home, the people we love, the world we’ve created—the people, places, and things that define us.

It is here, standing at the cliff’s edge, peering down below, hearing the siren’s call, that we feel the terrifying prospect of abandonment, failure, and humiliation. And this is the exact moment when people decide against taking the leap — to avoid that great unknown, that trans formative place where nothing is written, nothing is guaranteed, and everything is possible.

Grab a piece of paper and write the numbers one through ten on the left side of the page. At the top, title it “What am I so afraid of?” This is your Worst Case Scenario list. This is your list of things that make you think “They’re all going to laugh at me.” These are your largest fears, and you’ve got ten minutes to write them down.

Go.

Line by line, walk yourself through each one. Would they really laugh at you? They would? How do you feel about that? Line by line, have a conversation about all of your fears. Would you really be homeless? Would you really be alone? Do you really need that much money? This is a list of your tradeoffs. And they are the biggest things standing in your way.

Section 03

Choosing Must is a daily practice,
a recurring choice.

Just because we chose Should yesterday doesn’t mean we’ll choose Must today. And just because we chose Must today doesn’t mean we won’t slip back into Should tomorrow.

Dusk was falling as I arrived at the white room from my dreams. It was stark, absolute, white, and a symbol of something new, of beginnings. As I looked around, I thought, “What on earth have I done? Why am I here?” And as clear as day, I heard a voice say, “It’s time to paint.”

As time passed, I found myself choosing Must more often than Should. And over time, continuing to choose Must opened doors into worlds I never could have imagined. Here are three qualities I’ve integrated into my daily practice that have helped me achieve a sustainable Must.

Solitude

Often times, reconnecting with the road to Must is not about doing a lot of running around.

This solo inward journey has been called many things throughout time — the myths call it the labyrinth, the abyss, the forest, and the night journey. Culturally, it’s called the “walkabout,” the vision quest, and the pilgrimage. In tech, it’s recently been called “the Struggle” by Ben Horowitz.

Searching for solitude is how I eventually found myself in an Airbnb in Bali alone for six weeks, in the middle of the rice paddies, with no phone, no email, and no walls on three sides of the house.

I called my new home “the house without walls.” It was wrapped in palm trees, smelled of jasmine, and over the coming weeks, the geckos and frogs and people would come and go as they pleased, because there were no rules and no walls to stop them. I had long dreamed of being in a place where the inside and the outside were one and the same.

For six weeks, in “the house without walls,” I slowed down, silenced the voices, and relaxed into a quiet place deep within myself. I dreamed under the palm trees, night sky, and various phases of the moon.

Focus.

It was in “the house without walls” that I fell in love with the moon. And, one day, a Balinese friend of mine decided to turn two of my paintings into textiles — for the fun of it.

Fast-forward a few months: I was back in San Francisco trying to figure out what to do with these exquisite textiles. The batik process of hand-painting each cloth was so beautiful, and so close to my own painting practice, that I wanted to find a way to combine these techniques on a larger scale. So I decided to go to New York, hunker down in an Airbnb, and figure it out in two weeks.

A friend of mine once compared focus to the beam of a mag light — if you keep the light unfocused, light shines everywhere. It’s bright, but it’s blinding.

If you focus the light and tighten it, the light becomes a laser beam. Focused and strong.

Bring others in.

As a former IDEO-er who believes in the power of human-centered design, I began to wonder, even worry, how this inward journey would connect with the outside world. And this is what I found:

During my two weeks in New York, I emailed a dozen of the most talented, brilliant women I knew, inviting them to collectively review my work and give me feedback at the end of my sprint. Of course I needed to bring others in, I suddenly realized, but not until after I knew what I was working on and why.

The women gave invaluable feedback, leading to significant insights. And this is why, the very next week, I found myself Bali-bound again. Except this time, with 200 yards of raw fabric. Working with master batik artists, we hand-painted 100 limited edition pieces of art, inspired by the phases of the moon. We launched the textiles as the inaugural collection of Bulan Project, and sold out in two weeks.

Photo by Michael O’Neal

Section 04

Those who choose must.

When who we are and what we do are one and the same, we are walking the road of Must. When we choose Must, what we create is ourselves. It is a body of work. When we make something because we Must, not just because we can, it is the difference between disposable products that last a few years and life-affirming movements that sustain generations.

Choosing Must is Industrial designer David Pierce’s tattoo of a ruler running the length of his arm because his craft and his physical body are one and the same.

Choosing Must is Charles and Ray Eames who designed their entire life together and made their entire lives about design.

Choosing Must is Steve Jobs referring to Jony Ive not as a colleague, nor as a creative partner, but as a “Spiritual Partner.”

If you believe that you have something special inside of you, and you feel it’s about time you gave it a shot, honor that calling in some small way — today.

If you feel a knot in your stomach because you can see the enormous distance between your dreams and your daily reality, do one thing to tighten your grip on what you want — today.

If you’ve been peering out over the edge of the cliff but can’t quite make the leap, dig a little deeper and find out what’s stopping you — today.

Because there is a recurring choice in life, and it occurs at the intersection of two roads. We arrive at this place again and again. And today, you get to choose.

Made me think…

Well this is my first post for 2015, (HURRAY!) actually my latest post since… I dunow, last year?  I got kinda busy with a lot of stuff (THAT’S WHY!) and honestly I don’t have any idea what to write…
AND SO… I came across this post and it made me think.. (TOPICS LIKE THIS ALWAYS MAKE ME THINK… :-P) I had the same feeling since I’ve been alone for almost 3 years…  This feeling that you’re trying to adjust so that you’d fit the description of being ‘THE ONE”… To the point that you’re willing to lose yourself in the process. But I realized that it doesn’t work that way.. Well definitely not for everyone. as for my case, people – most people think just because I am a professional, I am a what they call ‘high maintenance’ type of girl. In reality, I am just like any ordinary girl… Often they assume rather than get to know me better which kinda suck… OR they get intimidated and scared because they say I am mataray… But am I really???

You’re Not a “Plan B” Kind of Girl by Ashlin Horne

You deserve better than someone who is afraid to commit to you. It may seem like enough for now. You’re just taking things slowOh, how I know those little phrases of “one day” and“we just need time.” You believe them. And I’ve believed them.

But you’re not a “Plan B” kind of girl.

image You need to know that you’re not the invisible one standing in the back who gets chosen last. You’re the girl who the team captain will be frantically hoping doesn’t get picked by someone else before he gets a turn. You’re a first-pick kind of girl. And no one worth having sits back and lets those girls wait around.

‘Cause every good man knows that the good ones get gone fast. He should be jumping out of his skin in anticipation to call out your name and say “I pick you.”

“But he’s scared” “…and I’ve got commitment issues” “…and we don’t like labels.”

And.  And.  And.

Like a fool, I’ve stood there picking at the fabric of my sweater and spinning excuses. I’ve heard them all. I’ve used them all. “He’s been hurt.” “He’s busy.” “He’s in school.” “He doesn’t have a good car.” “He has Momma issues.” “His Dad left.” “His Great Aunt’s second cousin’s puppy just died.”
You’re not the kind of girl who needs to make excuses for him. Good girls don’t have to finish last. Honey, you must be at the wrong game and with the wrong players. Because you’re not a substitute, average, or second string. You’re a catch. You are beautiful and funny and fabulous. Rooms light up when you walk in. Heads turn when you giggle and the earth itself adores the kiss of your feet. You are worthy to be chosen, pursued, adored, loved, respected and informed. This whole “Do we really have to define this thing?” is almost always a delicate way of asking “Will you fill this lonely spot until I decide nothing better is coming along?” Stop being afraid that you are not worthy enough to be claimed. Stop thinking “I’ll take what I can get. Maybe I will be enough for him one day. Maybe he will be enough for me.” Don’t even consider the lie that says; “I can’t set my standards too high, because if I do, I might end up alone.” Better to be alone than taken for granted. Better to be alone than to be a placeholder. The one that loves you isn’t afraid to say it. If he loves you, he won’t even blink because the idea of giving another man the chance to swoop in is just unacceptable.
He’ll fight and use labels or poems or the Goodyear blimp to show you that you’re just the right fit for that open place in his heart. That no other piece will do. You should be nobody’s second choice. And if you are, then they are just that; NOBODY.
He’ll lose his pride to tell you that you make him nervous and he’ll spend his heart to find what makes you laugh. He’ll tell you that you’re worth words and flowers and promises. And you’ll believe him, because you’ll see it in the way he watches you walk across a room. You won’t have to question it by analyzing a text message or deciphering the tone of an e-mail. Because he’ll drive over on a Tuesday to bring you coffee and you’ll see it in his face and hear it in the way he asks about your day. Your answer will lie in the memories of nervous beginnings and awkward introductions. You’ll know because the questions didn’t take long to fade. Because he said what he meant and meant what he said. And even when he messed up; he made up. You’re not his back pocket plan, fill-in girl, or multiple choice answer. You are fierce and a force to be reckoned with and the kind of girl whose beauty calls for hand-written notes, words like “wow” and car rides to the ocean.  Take nothing else and be nothing less. Be the kind of girl who deserves him and treats him with kindness. Who laughs at his jokes and thanks him when he opens your door. Leave the head games behind you. Encourage him and wear the kinds of dresses that make him respect you. Be the kind of girl who gasps at his surprises and hugs him for his compliments. Be worthy of the kind of man that you deserve and & the man that he was born to be.

Stop waiting for the guy who isn’t sure you’re enough and respect yourself enough to wait for the one that knows you are.

Letting Go.. Giving Up..

“So this is how you feel when you give up the one you truly love…”

Giving up. Letting go. Ano ang pinagkaiba ng dalawa? Ano ang mas mahirap? Pagsuko o Pagbitiw? Parang pareho lang naman di ba? Kaya lang ilagay natin sa isang sitwasyon. Paano kung isinuko ka? bibitiwan mo na ba? Pano kung binitiwan ka na? Susuko ka na rin ba?

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Mahirap malagay sa isang sitwasyon na hindi mo alam kung asan ka na, kung saan ka lulugar, kung paano ka kikilos at kung ano ang dapat mong maramdaman. Mahirap umasa sa isang relasyong alam mo na wala ka nang mahihintay at alam mo na wala nang patutunguhan pero kahit alam mo na lahat ng iyon at alam mo na kung ano ang dapat mong gawin, still, hindi mo pa rin ginagawa.

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Pinipilit mong huwag isipin, pamanhirin ‘yung utak mo para kahit papaano mabawasan yung sakit. Para kahit kaunti ay maging masaya ka sa kung ano na lang ‘yung natira sa ‘yo, kahit halos lahat ay kinuha na niya…  — O mas tamang sabihin, halos lahat ay mo na sa kanya.

Sa una talaga ay masaya magkaroon ng karelasyon kasi alam mong may masasandalan ka sa mga oras na kailangan mo ng karamay, alam mong may halaga ka kasi kaya mong magpasaya ng ibang tao.

Ang sarap sa pakiramdam kasi habang tinitingnan mo ‘yung tao na yun masasabi mo,” –ah, itong tao na ‘to mahal ako, ang sarap isipin na may nagmamahal sa akin, na ako lang ‘to pero mahal niya ko”. Ginawa mo siyang sentro na buhay mo. Pinlano mo na yung natitirang mga taon, buwan, araw at pati minuto ng buhay mo na kasama siya. Panatag ka na walang magbabago kasi wala ka namang nakikitang mali, wala naman siyang inirereklamo, wala ka namang nakikitang kakaiba o kung meron man, hindi mo binigyang pansin kasi akala mo natural lang iyon sa isang relasyon, natural naman na magkaroon ng mga problema.

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Pero masakit isipin na bigla na lang mag-iiba yung takbo ng buhay mo kasi may mawawala sa ‘yo. Na yung akala mong ok lang eh hindi pala, yung akala mong natural lang, naipon na at naging hindi pangkaraniwan.

Magtatanong ka sa sarili mo, BAKIT? Anong nangyari? Saan ka nagkamali? Saan ka nagkulang o sumobra? Anong mga bagay yung hindi o dapat mong ginawa?

Ang dami-dami mong tanong, kaya lang nakakaawa ka kasi hindi mo alam yung sagot, ‘yung isang taong may hawak ng susi sa mga tanong mo iniwan ka na. At ngayon kung ituring ka parang wala kang nagawa para sakanya, na parang hindi siya naging masaya noong mga panahong kayo pa, na ikaw pa yung kasama niya.

Unfair ba? Eh anong magagawa mo kung habang ipinaglalaban mo siya, isinuko ka na niya? At anong kaibahan ang magagawa mo kung kahit isinuko ka na niya, ipinaglalaban mo pa rin siya? Naisip mo ba na dapat ka nang bumitiw?

Ngunit kailan ka nga ba dapat bumitiw? Kailan mo nga ba dapat sabihin na tama na? Kapag isinuko ka ba ng taong mahal mo dapat ba isuko mo na din siya? Maninindigan ka ba sa bagay na nasabi at nagawa mo na? Wala na bang bawian kahit alam mo na nagkamali ka? Parang referee lang ba na kung ano yung unang itinawag yun na yun kahit mali? Maitatama mo ba ng isa pang mali ang kamaliang nagawa mo na? Paano na kung may iba nang nagpapasaya sa kaniya, at pinagbubuhusan ng atensyon, may laban ka pa ba?

Kung ako ang tatanungin, hindi ko rin alam ang mga kasagutan sa mga tanong na iyon, kasi kahit ako, iyon din ang tanong ko sa sarili ko.

“Is it all worth fighting for?” Should I let go and give up?” May pag-asa pa ba? Maghihintay pa ba ko?

Hindi na siguro.. Pero ang pagsuko at pagbitiw ko ay hindi tanda ng karuwagan, para sa akin ito ay pagkakaroon ng lakas at tapang na talikuran ang mga bagay na nagpapahirap sa buhay ko. Ngayon masasabi ko, maninindigan ako ngunit hindi sa mali, kundi sa kung ano ang tama at sa kung ano yung alam kong makakabuti para sa sarili ko at para sa taong mahal ko. Susuko at bibitiw ako para bigyang daan yung isang taong dadating para patunayan sa akin na hindi ako nagkamali sa naging mga desisyon ko sa ngayon… and then pagkatapos ng lahat ng ito I’ll say,

“So this is how you feel when you gave up the one you ONCE truly love..”

 

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(http://definitelyfilipino.com/blog/2014/04/04/letting-go-giving-up/)