GLITTER DUST OF MY MIND. SOLILOQUY.
In this present world dictated by the standards of the physical, to be beautiful has been defined to be physically perfect. To be beautiful, women get a lot of pressure from television, magazines, movies of the Perfect Beauty. Looking good is very important as all women would agree, it builds your confidence. Yet for me, there is one most important thing that makes a woman genuinely beautiful, Beauty in the Spirit. I want to be a woman beautiful in Spirit, of whom my presence will make people happy. I want to be a woman filled with the Spirit that I may always speak in wisdom. I want to be the kind of woman that I am beautiful without makeup, because my radiance and my glow is from inside-out. I want to be the woman whom other women can confide to and rely to when they need comfort in the spirit. I want to be a woman whom other women are inspired to live their life day by day, in Love, in Faith and in Hope. Being beautiful in spirit, more than skin deep is the most beautiful foundation, nothing compared to BB Creams or any most branded foundations that we all use. If Loving God is your foundation inside, what could break you? Nothing! Because your true confidence is in Him!
Proverbs 31:10 "A capable, intelligent, and virtuous woman—who is he who can find her? She is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls." Start cultivating your spirit. Smile and stay beautiful! Emily-Honey, 08202013 Watched features of protests on the news just this morning. It gave me the creeps. I mourn for a Friend I have lost. I am not sure if he is alive. It reminded of this kid, he was smart, full of passion, intelligent.
Year 2000. Met him in college, in Silliman University. He used to tell me of his dreams, he told me of his love for education, for human rights, for unity and peace in the country. Fast forward. Brought him to church but they all felt it wasn't worth putting effort to reach out to him. I left school and started working, years later, moved to Singapore, didn't hear of him for years. Year 2010, a decade after long silence, he emailed me asking for my number. I was surprised, I got his number and called him back asap! He told me no one knew he is alive, people presumed him dead and I should not tell a single soul he made contact. Let people assume he is dead. I asked him where has been after all these years, he told me he joined the forces. After I left school, he joined the Leftist group. I cried because I understood exactly how hard that is to resist in our school, but I couldn't help feel sadness as it is hard to understand what he is fighting for. He dedicated his whole life fighting what he believes is right, I respect that, telling me all his hate for our government. It is good to have the passion to fight what we believe in, but it hurt me too much to see him throw all his dreams. I felt like I could have done something to influence him when he was 17yrs old. I decided to meet him in secret. It probably one of the most Bravest thing I have thought of doing. It was dangerous, but I felt it was worth meeting a man, to give myself a chance to redeem myself and maybe convince him; I don't even know why I did that. So I booked a flight to Manila to meet him, I didn't even know how he looked like anymore, but all I know, someone needed me to be there and help clear his thoughts. I flew to Manila, booked hotels, went to Mall of Asia. I was asked to stand in the middle of this area at the mall and was told he will just come tap me on shoulder. It scared me like it felt like in the movies, only then I realised how dangerous it was. I prayed no one shoots me in the head! But hell yeah, I risked my life to talk to an old Friend, I might not talk to or see another time. He tapped my shoulder and we walked together, sat a restaurant for hours as he told me his story. I cried a thousand tears of his story and I was too helpless to do something about it. Not easy to understand how people can be so passionate to fight for what they believe is right, I can't be that radical. I gave him money, I forced him to let me go shopping for him, buy what he likes, he kept saying NO, out of his hate for people who loved material stuff. He keeps telling me I have never changed, I still have the same heart, but I have to be careful not to love materialism in this world and keep thinking of the POOR. To love those who have nothing, to keep my heart for those who have none and not keep love for money. I have kept that by heart. We said our goodbyes and that kept my heart grounded. He told me he doesn't know what his future hold, it could be the last time I see him alive. That day I hugged and said bye, was the last time I met him in years. I told my Husband about this kid, it still breaks my heart how society could mold and sometimes break us. I still wait for the day he gets in touch again, I will let him meet my Husband and share stories. I still pray to this very day that he is alive. I know somewhere you are just checking on me time to time. I am always a Friend and a family, no matter what. One day you will get in touch. We keep waiting. Who knows this post will reach him. If it does, do contact me. You know who you Brother. During weddings, I'm more remembered as either the wedding organizer, the emcee, the host, the coordinator or the bridesmaid. Whenever the bride throws the bouquet, I am not part catching it cause I'm holding the mic and cheering the ladies to catch it, giggling in anticipation, ready for that big mystery "Who Gets Married Next?"
At Ami's wedding, last August 2014, as they called for the single ladies in the house, I had no excuse. I went to the very back to avoid my petiteness to be squeezed at the ultimate fight for the crown. Suddenly, I thought I lost my hearing. (Now start to imagine this) It was the sound of complete silence, I looked around, in slow motion, I saw the bride toss this bouquet of yellow roses, high up in the air like a volleyball, tumbling & turning in the air, hands were raised, ladies not in unison jumping in the air, mouths open gasping for air as the crowd cheered on. Then the music in my head played a Peter Paul and Mary song in full volume : "WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?" Yep! I raised my arms, cause if I didn't, imagine it hitting my face. Sorry only the oldies will be able to relate to the song. And so, the story goes. It's funny after I got it, I didn't know what to do. So that's how it feels huh? You get caught in the moment you don't lose the composure and just be the girl that you truly are, mesmerized by the thought it. I realized, God never fails, He sets us for divine appointments; YOU, at the right place, at the right time, at the right moment, at the right occasion, for you to be the right person, for YOU to receive the right BLESSING. As my dearest sister handed her bouquet to me and her crown, this is her way of passing on her blessing to me as well. |
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