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Celebration Of Life
Many are the wonders
Minute, big and true
The light, the water
Clouds floating by
The roads and so on
My rest and yours
An infinite list and blessing
I thank them, I thank all
I thank God so
But more than all that
I thank God for you
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Life has been a blast. Two dozen years have gone for me. It is a wonder how much YOU have done for me, touched my life. Every encounter, no matter how fleeting or intimate, has been something. A something unquantifiable, mind you - you all are held special in my heart.
It's weird that I've originally composed this all this in an old high school Physics notebook, on my way home from work. God! What a day this has been for me, and yet I remembered suddenly, what a wonderful life pala. I've been meeting people through the years and no, I won't say it that coincidence brought you to me. Again, I reiterate, I thank you - I thank God for you.
No, my dearie, I'm not dying - yet. Well, heck, my commute to work is killing me all the same. Aren't we all going there anyway? A healthy five-year old is already on that road to death, though perhaps you and I are nearer to its end. Sorry if I had you worried a bit. I am very much quite happy and would very much like to live a little bit longer with you yet.
I am finally(!) alone to do something. Yet I'm not because you are with me still - but not to complain, k? Life is too wonderful to doze off on a long bus comute home at night. Y'know, I'm doing a lot of philosophizing a lot now in these rides. Gusto ko nga sanang ipahiwatig at ibahagi ito sa Filipino pero malimit na mapagal ang diwa mo. Madalas sa mga panahong ito nasasariwa ko ang buhay-buhay sa ganito - so I guess I'll just stick to this medium.
I am not drunk, drugged nor lovesick. In fact right now, I'm dog-tired, hungry and cramped from the awkward way of sitting on this two-seater. The "sounds" on this bus are great though, singing, "..oh it's sad to belong.." Uhuh..! I am in no way sad nor really lonely since I feel you belong, you've become, in me.. there for me, Him most of all. (See, these bus rides are way too loong..) It's rather a mystery to me why I'm doing this - but I felt you had something to it..
Two dozen years and, and in, a Jubilee Year and a bus-usually-laden-on-a-rush-hour-trip. Hey! Given the oportunity, grab it (I hogged the two seats, too). Uhhn.. what's the term? I'll get back to it later but remember - you are my, and The, inspiration for this. Ha! I'm not blaming you for my.. dizzy stream of consciousness overflowing like a train of thought derailed. Panahon ng maligayang ligalig bagâ? People are looking at me..
Crazy. Holding a crayon-infested math notebook scribbling away.. My elation for you, for the Gift that You Are for my borrowed two dozen years. Just - wala lang. No. Ecstatic is not the term..
Oh my God! Another bus Gospel precher. What is this word, este world, coming to?! But these two are rather unique, a. They're talking of "biyaya" or grace. Wow! Just what I've been talking (rather, ranting) of - gifts, grace.. biyaya! For me this boils down for me as You.
But, man oh man! I have been as of late always meeting these guys on my trips (Is this why I'm like this now?). On this traffic jam, on this Bible-ranting meleé, on this wild ride home you still keep me company. This is a pretty wild ride, I tell you. How have you been carrying on? (But what is that term again..?) Ey, it's becoming to be an interesting Bible presentation brewing up. One has got to hand it to this guy ("John
Life's a blast really.
I'm on my end of my trip but surely, it won't be the end of me - yet. There's a lot on my mind still. You mostly. Most, if not all, have been material enough to make me most grateful. Not to mention, entertained.
This is not a forwarded message. You are indeed its intended recipient. If you feel somehow that my letter to you would relate to your sentiments to your own friends, well, this I say to you alone and especially - make your own letter to them to send, 'k? I hope that you do extend more effort in writing to those whom have made an impression in your life than I did to you. None is less or more than the rest - no matter how fleeting or intimate the encounter.
If somehow you don't feel that this message I tried as heartfully to write, and reach to you and humbly offer so as my message(?) of love and.. wala lang(!), does not seem to touch to you personally, then I am sorry for the manner in which I did. I did originally do this on a bumpy ride on EDSA, y'know. I must've already rattled my gray stuff too much, too often. I might say that I'm sorry for you too, if you knew me even just a bit as to the lengths of and/or absurdities I'd do or have done for you.. nyahh.
Please don't mind me then. I implore you.
Nothing like a lyrical expression this. If so, it must be one from the netherwold. I call this my poetic digression.
It's just another long bus ride for you too, I guess. Well, get over it my dear, dear friend. The long and winding road of your tedious commute on life will soon finally bring you home.
God bless you all your days and keep on the right road. Get on the right trip, with the right passengers and on the right bus. Hopefully, you will get right on your destination and right on time.
And a good day (or night) to you and always..
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