Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Saturday, February 12, 2005

There's a time in your life when you realize that no matter how many things are happening, all at once in your life, it can never be wonderful as the first few experiences of something..of everything, actually. Your first crush, your first time in a plane, your first time on a bike with the balancers removed... I wish I could remember my first breathe of air or even the first time I truly saw everything...just thinking about it leaves me in shortness of breath.. especially since I just celebrated the 22nd anniversary of that event yesterday.

I always find it a shame that a baby has to keep his/her eyes shut most of the time on their first few days on earth... when there's so much brilliance to absorb.. and not even know about it. I just read from someone ages beyond his years that life indeed can still be predetermined...that we made our choices before we came into being and are living our choices right now.

As I sit here in contemplative wonder, rained in what happens to be the nth romantic comedy I've watched for the day, I couldn't help but realize with all the hearts and the hoopla of valentines... with half the people hating it and half the people in breathless anticipation, that most of it are reality based fairy tales.

And erasing the cynical presumption you think I may have, I'm actually one of the few that can proudly say that fairy tales do happen... and that no matter how much you see these beautiful people fall in love on screen that you're missing all the reality of love happening around you. With the handyman going home early to buy his wife some roses, with the security personnel in the 5th floor missing his shift because he's in the waiting line of that fancy restaurant pushing for a reservation so he could propose to his girlfriend of three years... the only reason love is a big industry is because... IT STILL EXISTS. People who don't want to believe in it, hate it that they do not have it and people who love the idea of it stares in starry wonder as to how it all fits together in this cynical, cynical world.

After One Fine Day, I cannot help but MARVEL how George Clooney can be so charming and realizing I know someone exactly like that... disguised in what happens to be a dorky hat with a weird accent. With a world enveloped in the physical, you can't help but forget how much you love talking and having that flirty exchange with someone you know who's not gonna want something back. It's like sixth grade, when you both knew zilch to expect anything beyond the teasing...when holding hands were everything and having that one moment when your eyes meet over the lunch room makes your day.

Kilig moments.

Those infinite realizations that give you that natural high.

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