The Ballad of Sunsets and Shooting Stars : The Afterglow

Late afternoons has always been my favorite part of the day because I never get tired of watching the sunset.
Sometimes I ask myself - Why is sunset so beautiful?
Then one afternoon while watching yet another sunset, I realized that, it is beautiful because God designed that even in the afterglow of the day there will always be a reason to see the beauty.

And likewise in life, as we grow old, leaving behind the prime time of our youth, in the afterglow of our dooming age... There is beauty in it.
Like those grandparents whom are sitting at their back porch every late afternoon, I see them as a beautiful portrait of a life lived, of a love tested in time, of a wisdom acquired through age.
Their wrinkles are like traces of a beautiful sketch of a dream realized, of a tragedy surpassed, of a pain that turned into callous, of joy buried in their eyes.

It is beautiful to see the traces of their soul withering yet full of wisdom.

It is beautiful to see their smiles lined with wrinkles that has been carved by joys and pains.

It is beautiful even just in a thought that growing old is not a pain but a beautiful sunset of a day lived.

The afterglow of our years to come is like a sunset... We soon bid goodbye to the day like bidding goodbye to our life growing old... But like the sunset... The afterglow of our lives is still beautiful.

And so I'm not scared to grow old...
In fact, in turns me on to enjoy the sunset of my life.

Prison

Some prisons do not have bars, and some prisoners are not even aware that they are in prison...
In fact, some prisoners don't even want to get out of their prison cells...
They are the willing prisoners.

The truth is, we are all prisoners of love... Love for ourselves, love for our family, our kids, our spouse, wealth, health, power, and etc.
We might not be fully aware but all our actions and decisions are manipulated by that love.
And its funny we don't feel like we're in chains.

The love inside us that is wanting to be free is the same love that imprisons us.

Forgive me for my twisted logic... But we are a bunch of prisoners living in a free world.

Paints and Canvas

How do I see life...

I see life as a painting.
Our lives are different paintings.
Some are full of colors, some are dull, some are landscapes which are easy to understand, others are like abstract paintings which are a bit hard to decipher, some are ambiguous whose meaning depends upon the eye that sees it.
Others are full of colors, while others are just plain black and white.
But not because your painting is black and white and as dull as it can be, doesn't mean that you are not lovely anymore. Some people appreciates dull and simple things.
But rest assured all paintings are beautiful in their own right. It is in the eye of the beholder which painting attracts him.

Life is a painting...
I see it as an art, as a canvas waiting to be stroke with brush, I see it as complicated as it can be but definitely... Life is about beauty and meaning. Life for me is about appreciation and purpose...
It is a painting therefore, I call living an art.

Love Lock

To love is like locking yourself up inside the bars of that someone,
But you don't feel that you are in chains.
Its like freedom suddenly has a new definition,
And liberty is not something to be chased.

So let's lock our hearts together to be free
Free to love as we throw away the keys
Walk hand in hand and together we'll see
If freedom is indeed the price of a precious kiss.

Berfect!!!

I always loved the Ber months. I love that certain feeling of excitement and cozy ambiance everywhere knowing that Christmas is just around the corner.

But this world is not perfect.

This is also the time of the year that my heart breaks for certain reason...
Whenever I see girls and boys and even newborn babies wearing almost nothing, holding those tiny envelopes, accompanied by their parents to beg for money on a cold weather, sniffing and with eyes as cold as the weather itself, I can't help but get mad to their irresponsible parents for forcing them to work at their tender age while those parents are at the prime of their lives, strong enough to work to feed their families, but sad to say, they eat their meal by the sweat of their poor children.

I live in a third world country and so I know how hard it is for common people to get by for the day. It is a hard work and stressful hours every given day to earn a decent amount to live your life... Being poor is not a sin especially in a third world country, but for Christ sake! If you cannot even afford yourself a decent meal then don't populate this world with kids you cannot even take care of. And to make them labor in the first place, just for you to eat a meal is a crime. It is a crime to steal... And child labor is stealing from a child his innocence.
Sad to think that there are a lot of good and responsible couples who are wanting a child but can't have one while these irresponsible people have that gift but refusing to take the responsibilities.
What a monster they are!!!

If only this world is a better place.

But it is not.