CALIGRAFIAJanuary 14, 2017.

CALIGRAFIA January 14, 2017.

I got so overwhelmed bc over 60+ attended the demo and workshop at SM BF Parañaque. Now, this one’s an indication of a good start to teaching art and planting creativity in all unfamiliar hearts this 2017. Yes, I used to dream of that simple (impossible, or so I thought) life goal and I’m sincerely the happiest that finally, I can share all things that makes me really alive.

To make other people feel the same. That’s the most fulfilling part of all.

Cheers to more creative pursuits!!!!

Stay hurtable. Stay human. Stay open. It’s always worth it.

John Mayer (via eatsleepjohnmayer)

In understanding someone else's pain.

It tears me apart whenever I think about you living every lonely day & trying to get over it. If only I could hug the sad out of your system. If it's only possible to buy something out of any drug stores to make the important ones in my life forget their baggages and bad histories. I would've bought everybody a pill to ease it. But, aside from medical conditions and all other things that causes a person deteriorate physically. There are other symptoms uncurable like heartaches due to loss and longing. Time does not guarantee healing. In betweens are constant patience of dealing with pain. It'll take a while. It annoys me though to see people telling you, "You'll get over it." "Too dramatic." "She's in a better place." "It's gonna get better." Because, it's not. I think there are no perfect comforting words to make this lighter for the ones who were left behind. I can't cry out my concerns because there are no right words. Even a hug is not enough. Suggesting you even taking in liquor is a lie. It sucks. It sucks I can't help you.

There are nights I think about things that needs a little bit more taking care of or attention due to the times I remember where I couldn’t grab hold of what I want anymore because it’s slowly fading, nor embrace the ones I couldn’t because mostly just walked away. Lastly, trying to put in so much for things to work but it never really gave a score. It’s sad (I blame my hormones, most of the time) the fact that I know I have no complete control over everything I’m planning to keep. In the midst of it, there is fear. Fear? Of not having both hands clasped tightly so I won’t lose what I have now, not having the warmest kind of hug enough to fill in the needed spaces of the person I’m about to love, not having the universe (bitch) to completely bet on my side to keep all things lightly. The risk is here again where I’m prone to stumble eventually back in my zero days…..

(Ugh)

“Shut up, self.” says bitchy Porshe to sad self.

Whatevs.

Cross my (with a bit of a band-aid on its chambers) heart.

I’m bravely taking it all.

Peace of mind on paper.

MT. ULAP - 01/08/17

Life in transit. No giving up on the middle part. Or even at the start. Fall, almost. Then recover from stops.

Embrace your brave. Breathe a lot. Close your eyes. Forgive the world.

Let the wind kiss you gently. Smile when necessary. Stare a little. Tempting to linger. Look away.

Walk ahead. Wait a few. Hold a hand. Keep going.

Fall inlove with the scene.