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| My Inspiration |
October 5, 2011- was the first month of my granfather's death monthsarry. I miss him badly but accepting the fact that I can't hug, kiss, talk, exchange funny jokes, ask him about his life, bought his medicine, diapers and even getting his blood pressure before he take his cardiac meds everytime I woke up. These things are my routinary activites when he was still alive. I didn't just say I miss my routinary activities. I was saying that I miss doing my routinary activities because I was doing it for him. I know that its just a simple thing for you readers but for me it's a big thing that you offered your time for the one you love, that you do everything to make him happy, that you don't waste time in doing good while he was still here in the world. All these things made me realize how important loving the people around you. Most especially my parents. My papa was the bridge of all these learnings I have in life, the virtues I got from him, these realizations on how to deal with life and the smallest things we have to do when we were still alive. I know im not a perfect person, daughter, sister, friend, girlfriend, cousin and you can't judge me for being who am i. No one knows me, even myself. I got dumped, wasted and rejected but I grew from it. I have realized that my family was still there for me not that verbally but emotionally and physically. They taught me how to be humble, to fight when needed and to seek God in my sadest and happiest moment in my life. A special thanks for them in molding me as a fair person. Yes. I said it. I'm a fair person for I do believe that life is not about being perfect but it's about surpassing the unfair reality.
