counting days

I guess the storm is finally over, counting days now.

It’s only been about seven minutes past 7:30 in the morning and I have been trying to go back to sleep, but I just can’t. I guess the coffee’s kickin’ in now, not to mention I drove for about ten minutes from the terminal after I’ve dropped off my brother and his wife to Legazpi.

In my bed, with my new favorite songs in the background, I have thought of life, my life. I’m at the part where in you get to breathe easier because of having successfully passed a little rigid strait that my boat has to pass on, a time when the sun has finally showed up, after a long turmoil under the grey dark clouds. I have even been thinking of the people I have to say thanks to, the people I would have to say sorry to and the people that I would soon have to embrace. Life’s dawning, a chapter ends and a new one begins, so goes that song I know. At the verge of a new and even more challenging dawn, I find comfort in the NOW and the BEING. I take full appreciation of how I am lying now, how this very moment feels, how Bruno Mars sings in the background and now the morning chill caresses my soul. Live by the day, live by the moment.

I have about a month to figure out what the rest of the year has in store for me; Manila, Singapore, stay here or become a bum (hope not). Meanwhile, I would have the privilege to savor a moment or two with the people dear to me. I remember when I was still a kid, I have friends that now I don’t even recall the names of, I have parts of my past that I didn’t know would soon be gone and though we try to bring the bridges back, time and the dawning of our lives just rips it off each time. The world has changed for us, we have changed for the better and maybe life wishes to us share to the world what we might simply keep among us - friendship.

The people I have now, I know they have lives to live, they have a huge pile of personal history to write and sooner, we would take separate ways. Though there would always be facebook, or whatever there would be to keep us connected, the moments that we would have now would never be recaptured. Time passes once, there is no such thing as winding it backwards in life, everything, and everyone has a track to run to, and it’s only once in our lives that those lines would really cross and meet and stay together. Thus, it is only right for me to say that each day that I have the people dear to me around is but a once in a lifetime universal conspiracy. There is no such thing as, coming back, only looking back. For even places change – and so shall the people you used to know.

Counting days for me now, counting days before I march at those four pillars and embrace the world.
But I have a more important ‘days of counting’ for as my life tik toks with the dawning of a new chapter, so is the countdown for my leaving. Leaving behind friends, people and memories – though, I shall forever carry them in my heart, it’s a fact of life that it really passes only once, and the prints it leaves on the sands of time would be but fading old pictures that despite our efforts of keeping, one day would come that the waves would simply erase them and the sand would be just as it is, eternally waiting for a foot or two to walk and leave an imprint behind, which the sea would, in time, embrace, expunge and carry with it, in the greater blue mysterious sea of memories of life lived.

counting days, living life and making prints on the sand…