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Ourselves for Others

Are you living for yourself? How sure are you? Don’t you think we actually still live ourselves for others?

I’ve realized that maybe the reason why are lost sometimes is because we are trying to escape from us–ourselves, who gives everything and leaves nothing. “I don’t wanna go back to the old me,” may sometimes be the reason why we live for others and not for ourselves. We are the new versions that people made us to become and create “ourselves” today.

Oh, yes! I almost forgot. Change is constant anyway because of “get out of the box, go beyond your limits, and live out of your comfort zone” positive advices of OTHERS.

OFO by ReymbowNarrow

8.22.19 | 14:16

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Isolation

There are times that I feel so unsure and sure at the same time….well, most of the time. Sometimes–no, always. i always wonder if I am even worthy or I am just difficult and complicated to love or to have friendship with. Am I just too honest? Judgy? or, am I just setting and complimenting my own standard of anything that I want to occur in order for me to be happy and satisfied? That is my problem now.

Most of you right now would probably say that we must be just true, considerate, and be free not to care about what others would think or tell us and that it would lead us to a peaceful mind and living. Well, you’re maybe wrong (for me) or right (for others), don’t you think? It is so hard (easy) to do every kindness all at once and at the same time.

It is not ideal for me to be happy on my own and that I should not care for what others would think about me when I know that I may actually hurt somebody without being aware… Yup. I know what you’re thinking. You’d probably are about to advice me that I should also know where to place myself when I am being true and that I should be kind….(I know I am but how do you want it be?) How would I know I am in place? How would you know? I am kind in my own way. You are, too. We’re unique and different as we all know that’s why I am doing my thing for me but, thinking it that I would do it to meet others’ expectations and level of standard in kindness–I don’t think it could be possible to happen perfectly? Unless our souls interpret the same morale.

Let me give you an example: Your way of lifting other individual maybe helpful rather than my way. Okay.. Okay.. I know. I hear what’s on your mind. I am aware that you understand me right now that maybe I am also helpful. Atleast you do. Though, have you thought if he/she does? (smiling sadly) Don’t worry. I’ll always still find my way for us all to be happy….I’d still always choose to sacrifice mine. 🙂

ReymbowNarrow | 2019

August 13, 2019, 7:25pm

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RAIN-BOW

We were happy together. We got comfortable with each other that even flatulating, burfing, and munching loudly weren’t a big deal for us anymore. We were not getting turned off to whatever awkward deeds we were able to hear. We had struggles which we both got through and I wasn’t expecting us to break down.

Every single thing was like a calm sea that brought wild waves in an unexpected time; and all I could just remember was the roaring of sweet words and ‘I love you’s….until the deafening silence had shouted to my ears—not to yours I must think. Ut was like the sun that brights shine until heavy rain had fallen. I got wet but the water that my clothes sucked burden me. The rain stopped. I looked up above the gloomy heavens–expecting a rainbow to shape in arc. But it was sunlight that brightened me up and my shirt was dried anew.

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Gadyet (Tagalog short story)

“GADGET”

by yours truly

“Taya ka, e! Ang daya naman!” Natatawa ako sa tuwing naaalala ko ang madalas na dialogue naming mga magkakalaro noon.

Nakadungaw ako sa bintana nang makita kong dumaan ang isa sa mga nakakalaro ko noong Grade 1 pa ako. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali ay Mich ang pangalan niya. Ang ganda ng porma niya, naka-earphones siya habang nakayuko at walang tigil sa kadudutdot sa cellphone niya. Noon palang ay rich kid na siya kaya naman halata sa mga gamit niyang branded ngayon na kung tutuosin ay nakasando’t shorts lamang kami noon at halos lupa ang aming nasa palad, imbis na cellphone.

“Lea,” napatingin ako sa ate kong nakatayo ngayon sa may pintuan. “Bili ka daw ng asukal sa tindahan, sabi ni mama.” Agad akong tumayo mula sa kinauupuan ko at iniwan ang laptop at cellphone ko sa kwarto. Wala akong ganang gamitin sila ngayon.

Lumabas ako upang pumunta sa tindahan. Sa paglakad ko ay may napansin ako. Ang malungkot at walang katau-taong subdivision ang nilalakaran ko na parang umuusok ang daan sa sobrang init na dati ay binababaran lamang namin noong naghahabulan pa kami sa daan kahit na pawis na pawis at amoy araw kami.

“Nanay Lina,” tawag ko sa tindera ng kaisa-isang tindahan na malapit sa amin. “Pabili po ng isang kilong asukal.” Nawili ako sa mga nakasabit na chichirya at mga candies na naka-display sa harapan ko ngayon. “Pati na rin po pala ng Sugo at limang pisong Fruitos.”
“Lola! Si mama nasa Skype, gusto kang kausapin!” Boses ng isang binata na nagmumula sa loob ng bahay ang aming narinig.

“Naku, sandali lang hija ah? Madalang lang kasing makatawag ang anak ko. Buti na lamang ay may Skype. Ang apo ko na muna ang bahala sa’yo ha? Clark!”  tawag ni Nanay Lina habang papasok sa loob.
Habang hinihintay ang apo niya upang ibigay ang mga gusto kong bilhin ay napasilip ako sa may bintana ng isang bahay malapit sa tindahan. Nakita kong may dalawang bata ang naghahabulan hanggang sa sila na lumabas ng terrace. Isang babae at isang lalaki.
“Huwag na kayong lumabas!” narinig ko mula sa loob bago lumabas ang isang babaeng ka-edad ni mama. “Pumasok na kayo, mainit diyan. Ayun na, nakaset na ‘yung video game niyo. Pasok na.” Sumunod na sa loob ang dalawang bata bago isinara ng babae ang pinto.

“Ano nga kasi ang binibili mo?” Napatingin ako sa isang pamilyar na lalaki sa loob ng tindahan at ngumiti. Makakapal ang kilay niya at matangos ang ilong. Nagmature na rin pala ang itsura niya. Naaalala ko noong tinulungan niya akong tumayo mula sa pagkakadapa noong naglalaro kami ng langit lupa. Nagmamadali kasi akong tumuntong sa may malaking bato pero natapilok ako, dahilan para tumama ang tuhod ko sa bato.
“Isang kilong asukal, Sugo at limang pisong Fruitos. Hindi ka nanaman nakinig sa lola mo.” Natawa ako no’ng mapakamot siya sa ulo.

“Oo nga pala,” sabi niya.
Tinitignan ko lamang siya habang kinukuha ang mga binibili ko. 
“Hindi pa rin ba umuuwi ang parents mo?

“Isasama na nila ako doon,” sabi niya kasabay ng pagbigay niya ng mga pinamili ko at pagkuha ng aking bayad na siyang ikinalungkot ko.

“Doon na kayo titira? Paano ang lola mo?” tanong ko nang may pag-aalala.

“May skype naman daw sabi nila mama.” Nagkibit-balikat naman siya habang nagbibilang ng panukli at ibinigay sa akin. Para bang hindi na siya close sa akin tulad noong magkalaro pa kami. Nagpabuntong hininga nalang ako bago bumalik sa bahay.

Pagkapasok ko sa gate ay kaagad na nakita ko si ate sa may terrace at naglalaptop habang naka-earphone. “Nasa kusina si mama,” sabi niya nang hindi tumitinag mula sa pagkatitig niya sa screen ng laptop.

Ibinigay ko kay mama sa kusina ang asukal at ang sukli bago pumasok ulit sa kwarto. Narinig kong nagpop ang message ko sa facebook at dali-dali kong tinignan.

Si ate?

“May swimming daw tayo bukas sabi ni tita Shawn, sabihin mo kay mama,” pagbasa ko ng malakas. Ang tamad naman nitong si ate para sabihin sa akin ng personal. Samantalang nasa kwarto lang naman ako.

Nagtype ako para magreply. Para saan? Para datnan ang mga pinsan kong puro groupfie at selfie na kung tutuosin ay pwede namang maging memorable kahit walang camera? Para masilayan ang pagcapture nila sa mga pagkain at sa tubig na pwede namang enjoying titigan at kainin? Para makita silang online para magpost ng photos habang kasalukuyan pa rin silang kasama na pwede naman nilang i-share sa isa’t isa on that time? Para makausap lang sila kapag may itatanong at may ipapaabot kahit gusto mo nang matino at masayang kwentuhan? Ayoko no’n. Sana bata nalang kami ulit. “Hindi ako sasama,” reply ko.

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Dystopia

Dystopia

Descriptive Essay of ReymbowNarrow

What I see today after few more impatient and tortured years.

     A paradise that was spawned by the shunned warning of the 1970’s.

     The sun that was once warm and had not harmed skins is now embrowning our surface. Whenever I touch the sea water, it provokes me by its heat. The grass where I supposed to lay on and the leaves that the water drops–made as a sliding seat before they drop–are now like beggars or lost forest hunters who are in need of a lake; like a camel, to drink.

     The sun that we were excited to gaze upon every morning; like children that are excited whenever the clown is entertaining, is now the reason why we hide inside the luxurious lodges and houses with expensive air conditions for us not to see and to be frightened of it.

     As I pass by, I see people struggling and fighting for the last drop because of appetency for water. They carry their own bottles and jars fulfilled of toxic liquids wherever they go. They walk as their feet are full of dusts. They are deluged by their own sweat. Air expels out of the aged are restraining–caused by the severe heat and pollution–brings serious obstruction to live, especially for the desert farmers. Aside from they do not benefit anymore from their sowed grains and corns or cactus in the unproductive fields, they venture or worst–get killed by stroke.

     All the things on Earth seem to smoke, peel, and blow away from its exterior–near to see its very core; all turns into ashes.

     This is our paradise; our second paradise, or altered paradise. A free and safe home–also known as dystopia–that silently and slowly killing the living creatures. From preventing and keeping people to live, now, it’s breaking us down itself. A dystopia which burns us all into death and currently, we are suffering from this hell. This is what we call change–a new adaptation from our comfort zone.

     We–ourselves–drilled, drowned and dragged our very own protection. Therefore, we now regret! We regret, notwithstanding, for the returning back of the Eden no matter how we know how impossible it is.

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Tired of Haters?

You keep on saying that one of your priorities are your friends yet you care more about what your enemies tell about you. You try to prove something to make your enemies envy you and that they will swallow their words which they vomit behind your back.

My goodness!

Just hear your friends out and take their advices! Do it! It won’t change you. Your haters do.

Know your priorities very well. Think twice before you include something to what is written on your list of things to keep with you as you travel your journey; because, you might forget something as you overthink of other stuffs that you just want to bring.

Why? Because when you reach your destination, you might just return back to where you are from just because you forget what you really need. You will just waste costs.

You yourself are just the one who makes your life so complicated. I would’ve just shaken my head in disbelief.

I say this because I am one of what you might have forgotten.

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