Oh, Christmas tree
*Christmas has never appeared to me in a definite fashion. There is this space that lacks occupants, self-introspection that keeps on defeating its purpose, a mind full of worries.
Perhaps, all you have to do is go closer, go deeper..from blur to clarity, you’ll find the answer.
Happy Holidays!
Conformity…yet for CHARITY
Dexter. Preferred dp for facebook in accordance with the campaign for anti-child abuse. A young genius, a humble one, hiding all his achievements (LABoratory) from a deceiving threat (Dee-dee).
Changing of dpics. Many do it only for conformity. It’s the trend of the day. I too must conform. Only few intend to think deeper and rethink the memories of their happy childhood, praying and hoping that these too, may lie on the fate of our generation’s children.
Along the woods…
I live and will always live.
A fate brought us here to make a difference. It is in the footstep that we will engrave that all or some salient accomplishments would be reflected. It is not with the size of each step nor the number of times it appeared on the path;it is not on what material was used to step on to the path-rubber, leather or even the humble barefoot-; what is essential is the force you’ve exerted in order for that step to be made.
Sometimes, we step leisurely. Yes!, again, I left a mark. But sometimes, there comes the tests that test our being, the problems that make us weep, the hardships that make us want to quit. Yet things like these are the ones making life more worth living. These burden us, however, these are the reason why we sometimes leave a deep mark of our feet along our path’s life. They became the driving force to step hard and smile every time we lift one foot and prepare for another step that will apparently change our lives.
Our footsteps, like any holes along a path, are temporary. Those, in one time, could be filled up again by sand. That’s why, our step should be driven by force-hardships successfully overdone-so that a deeper mark could be made. Though not permanent, at least, a longer time will take the water, wind, and even man to fill and cover again the marks we made.
What kind of path will we choose in order for our footsteps to rest?
I choose along the woods, where no one but only the innocent can see.
A bunch of dreams is what interests me. 
