[my last post i guess. :c]

so, you'll probably start reading this while my alarm clock start ringing, or i'm in the bathroom shedding tears for an emotional goodbye, or eating my breakfast talking with my sister [when i say talking, i mean arguing, yelling or the worse thing that could ever happen - stabbing knife on each other back? not a good idea.], or maybe my gums are currently bleeding as i brush my teeth, or i'm on my way to the airport and the vehicle malfunctioned, or i'm on the plane sitting right beside the panes and slowly looking at the port waving my hands to my imaginary friends, or the flash news reported that a plane crashed and only eduardo latino died in the said accident, or i survived the plane and have myself hit by a bus in iloilo city, or i'm having a sleep on my aunt's house and feel like i'm an outcast pariah, or maybe tomorrow when i'm busy cheering for hatton to be knocked out by pacman, or the next day as i visit and try to appeal for my request of degree program, or maybe next week, next month, or next year. but if you happen to check this post the next decade, i want you to be reminded that i wrote it yesterday afternoon and scheduled it first hour this morning.

today as i woke up, i asked myself if what else would enthrall me tomorrow. as if i am captivated of the moment that heraclitus must be right, that things are about to change, as fast as they could, as abstemious and sober like we never expected at all, or just a breath away from what we used to live. this makes me wonder how long does it takes to change someone else’s life, what measure should be used in order to be that accurate to define change, or it is just enough to make things and life worth living for. could it be four years of listening to the senseless world of numbers? could it be a year of seating in your armchair then wait for the bell to signify that the school year is over? can your life change in a month or a week with a friend to hold and tell you they have to go coz it’s getting dark? a single day of staring your girlfriend with her friends being happy, would it be enough? can your life change in an hour of writing posts about change? but i’ll bet that a skip of a minute would change everything. change, change, change.

mr. webster defines change as alteration, variation, or modification, or the result of this. and so? nywei, webster was never been wrong so i’ll have to say that he is right.

there are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at crossroads – afraid, confused, without a road map. but once in a while, we tend to choose a better path. we push ourselves into something better - something found just beyond the feeling of going alone or something just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone else in or to give ourselves the second chance to start it all over again, something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. because it’s only when you’re in test that you’ll truly realize and discover who you are and what are you made of, and it’s only when you’re tested that you can find out what you can be. the person you want to be really does exist, somewhere on the other side of hardwork and faith and belief and beyond heartache and fear of what lies ahead.

i am quite cynical and skeptical about the word and the world of change. being an upcoming college student, there are things that i’m already used to. i might be worn out about these things but at least i’m used to it, i haven’t felt any erroneous about it. now, what if everything would change when i go to college? can i adopt the instant change? would it be positive for me and for my emotional growth or would it be the other way?

change can strike everyone like a lightning. it may hit you in an open field anytime it wants to hit you. but the thing is how you handle it and how you’ll overcome it.

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