From my experiences, I have learned that I always believed that life is a constant battle for survival. I thought whatever I do in life is an exceptional fashion that nobody could go beyond the way I am- and no one could ever transform that. And as I go along with the altering current of life, I constantly shaped myself just like writing- as my favorite hobby especially when am unaccompanied and with the aid of the pen- my genial companion I could simply grasp and change all the gaffes I had made. This became an indispensable to my life, as I made something wrong I could easily condemn and alter myself to craft life more meaningful. With that, life has been worked out fine.
Tracing back the past memoirs in my life, I could still intensely hark back how life went through on my childhood days. My dad and mom were illegally separated due to the irresponsibility of my father. Wherein, until this very time (in my twenty year of existence) I haven’t seen the assurance of my father. I yearned for it even this time that I grew matured. I was then at seven years old when my mom went to Sta. Mesa, Metro Manila to search for a greener pasture. My mom left me at the hands of my very compassionate and adoring Lola. As days passed by-and eight months after I could no longer picture why life became more wretched compared those days when I was in the hands of my Lola. She had passed away at forty.
All blissful days had disappeared and melted away. I couldn’t admit and hard to recuperate myself from pains that I had inside my heart. I could no longer sense the contentment that lingered inside my rejoicing heart when it happened to my life. I felt that the world turned to collapse and I’ve lost on the way where I stood. I never knew what I should do because it seemed that there is no one in my side. No shoulders to lean on. No arms to hug. Nothing at all. I’ve longed for a fatherly care. I missed my mom, especially my Lola who took good care of me when I was still a child.
Days have deserted by. I continuously wanted life so dazzling. I made a change and then recovered. All the pains had vanished away as I tried to face another phases of life. All the emptiness has filled with great joy although I was not in my true family who cared and loved me with all their hearts. They have treated me as their real son and I felt that I was their youngest child among their ten children. I loved them without measuring how deep the love I had and in returned I also received the true love I yearned for.
With the winked of an eye, so many years had passed by and packed another happiness and joy in my forlorn world. Life has marked with great delight the time when I celebrated my tenth birthday. With all the bitter memories I had encountered blessed with felicity as my mom went home from Manila. With her was my handsome and looked like a Japanese half-brother whom I treated the most as a truly brother that came with the same blood that runs through the same veins. From that time, we started another memory with love towards each other.
With all the circumstances I had experienced in life. I was so grateful for I had the strength that gave me bravery to wrestle against all odds. Whatever and how excruciating it was, I could have my feet back on the ground to stand still where I fell. That was life by the way, according to some famous author that “Life is a constant battle for survival. It is more than anything else. This mutilated, yet defying tree teaches us faith and hope. Faith, that is in the midst of a disaster. We can fight back and win.” With these words, I constantly hoped that as I struggle for existence with the current of the ocean of life- that full of conflicts and pains, I could live in the harmony of life wherein I could feel the contentment despite of imperfections I have.
Perfection- this is what people sought to be obtained as we live by our changing and challenging life. But, human as we are, we are born with discontentment because we find ourselves as imperfect. Some says that it is hard to hit upon happiness. Yet, it is true unless we love life no matter what it brings, truly we could find the word satisfaction. Life’s satisfaction cannot be measured by what we have and what we obtained. It is not the fact that we seek satisfaction because we take pleasure in every single day of our lives. But satisfaction can be truly seen within our hearts- that we could accept the imperfections we had. Our imperfection doesn’t mean that we’ve lost ourselves, but it shows how truly we are to ourselves in accepting what kind of life we had fetched.