a happy Prue...

It’s 2am and there are no stars to light the night, only of glittering headlights and postlamps… and with the pitch black clouds attempting to rain on Tondo’s Pista ng Mahal na Senor and Cebu’s Sinulog parade… Viva Pit Senor by the way!

Prue was deprived of sunshine today but hey, I appreciate the cold breeze. It can’t be like this all the time after all.

Brought Prudencia with me… it was not a plan but rather a spur of the moment to bring her out and provide me company while having a grande mint tea here in Imperial.

I just have this urge to blog again… I want to write again… the need to share and express surface with positive thoughts to support my desire.

A positive thought is quite an understatement… the feeling of contentment and fulfillment is empowering Prue.

I guess I just want to declare to the universe how happy-filled my heart is now.

My heart’s gliding over calm sea while my soul’s soaring through the swift wind.

Why? I wonder why… do I even really wonder why or am I just playing humble here?

No, I should be flaunting the completeness that overflows even my very temple.

How many times have we heard ‘life isn’t perfect’? That it can never be a ‘bed of roses’?

I dare to disagree and pull the trigger on anyone who’s insistent about a false philosophy.

Life is how you look at it. It’s how you feel about it. Just a matter of perspective.

Life is perfect. Life is a bed of roses.

But it’s the imperfection that makes it perfect. The thorns make us appreciate all the more the beauty of life. At least, it’s how it should be for some people who still have yet to realize this, no pun intended.

To be literal, we can lay down on it and be hurt by the thorns but at least, it’s on a million dozen of roses.

We may be challenged and the series of test of character may be unending but we always win in the end. We survive. We triumph. We always win despite the losses.

We stumble. We get up. Then never forget to LIVE, LOVE AND LEARN.

If we never lose faith about life being good, life will be good. Life will be beautiful.

At work, I always tell my staff that the word ‘problem’ never exists. There is only what we call ‘situations’.

At home, we’ve taken out the garbage bin and promised never to bring it back inside.

My relationship with Lifetime Love has grown stronger… and stronger… and stronger by the day.

Even at being an orphan, me and my sisters – the formidabble angel’s of Armando and Lolita – have sealed a bond no one or nothing can break.

It was the 1st day of 2011 when I asked myself, what were the ill moments of the past year (s). It may sound wrong to even ponder on the negative. Why not look back at the good? That is the predicable behaviour.

And there I was asking… contemplating… but even after a day of reflection, I don’t know, nothing came into mind. Of course, Prue thought and was reminded of a few unpleasant circumstances but a shrug in the shoulder was all it took. The passing of my parents of course is an exception.

How can I not think of something bad?

And it was then that I realized. I have learned to live by my mantra. Truthfully.

Is it the secret to living a life of fulfillment and contentment? I can never be too sure. Prue’s no guru and I don’t intend to be one. I’m simply sharing and hoping to be of influence... somehow.

I’ve complained enough in the past. It’s time I feel gratified even at the worst of moments.

I shall continue writing from here on of goodness…. Of beauty… of surviving pain… of trusting… that shouldn’t be difficult for someone who is loved by Him, by family, by LL and by a few respectable honest friends.

Siya nawa.