Last Christmas

Each Christmases I have experience is unique in a special way. I don’t know if its a grave sin to compare it but I don’t see the point of comparison. I may not give justice if I start writing notes to contemplate on my experiences. Anyway my Christmas for this year is quiet different.

I feel ambivalent this holiday season. I miss my grandmother who was with us last year. I never thought it would be her last. I would not  appreciate her presence if she was still alive but nevertheless I was happy being part of her life.

There are things that have changed along the way. Change may either boosts your ego or destroy you completely leaving you in the forlorn of bleakness. But that’s the reality of life. I got to face it to move on, just like a kite going against the wind in order for it to soar high. I may sound empirical but of course I would not like history to repeat itself. Life will be a total boredom.

Have a Blessed Merry Christmas to everyone.

Life’s Simple Joys

It was totally a boring day. Nothing was so spectacular. Not a spark of excitement that will change my mood. I’m burned out of my usual routine from day to day. But well of course I am expectant of the things to happen after the sun sets.

I was inside my room and found a jar that my aunt gave me couple of years ago. I opened it and saw the contents. To my surprise there were letters inside it. As I opened them and read them one by one, I was touched by the messages my friends wrote to me. I wonder where they are right now, but I’m so thankful for the inspiring words they have written.

Simple joys.