The best tidings I have heard so far at the onset of the new year came from someone’s acknowledgement in the evening news: “I would like to thank God for allowing me to make it to 2013.” Flawless.
We have struggled through three-hundred-sixty-five days of uncertainties. And the next three hundred and sixty five promises more of the same. I remember what my former boss, a nasty Batangueño, may he rest in peace, once said: “If these hard times don’t make you lose your mind, it’s because you are already dead.”
Why, in spite of all the horrible events around us, I am still shy of being grateful to be alive. Now four decades in a world turned upside down is a lot to be thankful for. I believe it would be a little wiser if I perceive life as a preordained misery. Imagine the joy and gratitude for every little good things that would come my way.
I can’t believe my teenage señorita. Never fails to thank me for every favor and/or obligation I deliver, big or small. How did I ever made her feel so beholdened. How did she ever developed such sense of appreciation. One day we shall meet again.
The life of an absent father..
I tried to restrain my photography urges here today in this place of worship. Just so I can put on my thinking cap. ☼
Inorogan Chapel — a house one divine mystery built — sits lonely atop a coco palm covered hill overlooking Iriga City. I’ve lost count of the steps going up the chapel. A flight of a hundred acknowledgements. Like the endless flow of credits we tend to ignore on a silver screen!