Every wound results in some degree of scarring, even minor lesions leave scars on our skin. Scars range from deep pit, angular, and wavelike appearance. They are a natural part of the body’s biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues.
When you see a person with a scar, what would you feel? Will you be saddened if you’ll know his story behind it? Will you squirm in sympathy and pity him for his scar and make you feel like a guilt-ridden person who caused some visible marks to others?
The person who owns it has a story to tell that he survived the ordeal that resulted it. That story may be a good one for him or it might be bad. Whoever owns a scar, certainly have a tale to be told.
People who have scars visible to the eyes have links to their pasts. Their stories, whether grim and horrible that resulted from accidents and comforting ones that resulted from medical operations are clearly evidences of survival. They survive their crisis.
Emotional pains also leave scars in us. Pains that were buried in the hearts too deep to remember and reminisce. Those scars exhibited toughness. That’s the reason why we got through it and that made us who we are. Life has failed to break us apart but it left some reminders that we triumphed over defeat.
Am I wrong to say, that the scars that dig deepest in our hearts are induced by our loved ones. We are the most injured when they are the cause of the injury. It is sometimes too unbearable that remembering those episodes bring back the past dramas of yesterdays and yesteryears.
Our hearts and minds recorded sagas of unfaithfulness, disobedience that resulted in tragic tales in our lives. Old romances gone sour because of infidelities. Monetary needs that ended in tragedies and other matters that lead to unsavory unseen scars.
Hearts are homes of hidden scars. They hold stories which are too painful to tell.
Scars are there in our living hearts. They are the residual effects that lingered once hearts are bruised and battered. Visible and hidden scars are the living testaments that we made it through the dark and survive the abyss of adventures we call LIFE. –o0o–
I tried searching
searching for something
something I don't have
I tried looking
looking for a thing
something i don't own
I tried claiming
claiming something not mine
words were said but not done
having something to own
but i didn't know i have it
surely,i don't know it
hard times were crossing my path
until my knees were wounded and torn
embracing my will to go on
my face was slapped a hundred times
my back was whipped a hundred more
but i didn't think of death
with cries of agony
i fought back with Hope
that it will end soon
but my life was hanging
with a tiny thread of chance
little did i know that i still have Strength
i hold on to that strength unknown to me
persevered and endured the pains of a fight
i crossed the inmost depths of ravines
and ignored the ravages of storms
dived the deepest of the ocean floors
survived the horrors of wars
now i know what i've been searching for
now i know what i'm looking for
now i have the courage of claiming it
it's the COURAGE that was hidden within me
Just recently, I dreamed of myself in a line outside the church. I don’t know why I was there. The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. When it was my turn to be screened by these two middle aged women, they made whispers loud enough to be heard by me. I don’t know why they made such a buzzing, gossiping into each other’s ears.
I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. What was the job’s description?
Then I was awakened . I have slept with my right arm pinned on my right side. It hurt for a while and it was discomforting for me to be sleeping again on the right side. I changed position. It took some fifteen minutes to bring me into a pensive mood. Dreamy stage was inviting me again. Little by little I succumb into a deep repose. But I could still hear the handy rain that poured.
In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. It was a little bit concerned where I was going.
We were not aware of his return from abroad as a seaman.
I was half asleep half awakened as I turned my other side of the body. I could still hold my mind’s faculty that I will remember my dreams when I am fully awakened. But I strained myself to stand up in the middle of that dopy drowsiness.
I was able to jot it down on paper so I could write about it.
What’s the meaning of my dreams? Anybody who can interpret this ?
hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers
spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity
grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock...
“When the young baby begins to use his eyes in an inquisitive manner to inspect his surroundings, he shows that his mind is at work. He hungers for visual experience and in the process of growth makes new demands upon his capacities to see. He must perceptually differentiate his own hands from the hands of his caretaker. If his inheritance is normal, he exercises his capacities at the appropriate level of maturity. If poorly endowed or his neuro-motor equipment has been damaged , he may not display adequate adaptive behavior, even in the most elementary use of his eyes and hands. ”
Oh, Baby, please open your eyes
discover the wide world
playground of mind and motion
let your mind think
lead your vision and grow your mentality
let your eyes get hold of the physical world
hold anything with your hands
bring eyes and hands in coordination
reach anything in sight, seize and exploit it
mouth it, bang it, rub it, whatever is your maneuver
smoke billows into the dark heaven
treating the silence so serene unbroken
stretching its line without a twisted bend
no wind to disturb its wealthy ascent
standing proudly like a gallant post
knows not its soul how to ebb its growth
burning life to liberty has time awakened
giving light to darkness its wick been inflamed
shimmering menial flame defiantly glow
closing its curtains of elongated shadow
blowing off its life just a little halfway
a second life to wait to be lit at any day...
To some, a travel is worth a pocketful of money. Yes, it is. You have to dig deep in your pouch. You have to break piggy banks. But it’s really worth the travel, I swear. It will lift your spirit. Through traveling, other people have revealed themselves, learned and unearthed other undiscovered traits and virtues in them.
Sometimes, through reading, people collects quotes and quotations to highlight their trip for their own personal achievement and satisfaction. Quotes can inspire and motivate them to start off an adventure. It can influence their desire to travel, alone or with friends and family.
When I took my first trip to an island in my country, I was uneasy when I laid down the prefabrication of my plan. Calls were unlimited. Gathering infos from the internet was tiring. Meals were sometimes altered and adjusted. I was scared. I was excited. I needed to arm myself with the right clues and tips, instructions and an earful of advices. The things to be done, to stray around, wander the streets, and getting lost in a fantastic landscape were taken.
I came across a line from a classmate’s notebook during my college days and it got stuck in my brain. This is really a funny quote.
“I want to travel alone because I don’t want to share my budget.” — anonymous
This gave me a wide grin. But true enough. Sometimes friends can be generous and sometimes can be mean and uncharitable all the time. Another one, this time from my Chemistry notebook, revoltingly written across the page.
“If you know how to read, you won’t get lost.”
I think this is true. To be a lost soul in a far-off place wandering which place to go could be a taxing experience. Reading roadside signboards and billboards will point where you are. In the process, if it will give you some stiff neck afterwards in searching and viewing each and every billboard that you pass by, I think, it’s better to get a tour guide and reward him generously with cash and in kind. Provincial folks needed that badly. For sure!
Graduating from college was the last step for me to be independent, not financially, not yet, but in decision making. I need to make decisions of my own without my parent’s guidance.
When I moved to a bigger city, I touched freedom. But the chance of doing things on my own was tight.
There are quotes that I kept to myself intact that, whenever I felt the doubts in me I just read them silently. And Yes, it kept me warm inside and it shunned cold sweat and jitters that put the cap in blowing the lid off to start the trip on my own. It gave me courage. They are my allies, my defenders and my endorsers. Here are my threes. Eleanor Roosevelt, my ally. Mark Twain, my defender. And the man that endorsed my solo travel, Nelson Mandela.
“You must do the things you think you cannot do.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt
“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.”
—- Mark Twain
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”
— Nelson Mandela
These three quotes kept me going. It kept me alive thinking that my solo travel was on its way. How about you? Do you have quotes that inspire and will compel you of making a headway about your plans. Your travels ?
Before I drink my last cup of coffee, let me leave you these messages.
“Express yourself through travel. Meet people of different colors. Eat foods of different cooks. Soonest,you will discover that you are unique and one-of-a-kind human being.”
— anonymously Gold
“Motivation is the art of getting people to do what you want them to do because, they want to do it.”
— Dwight D. Eisenhower
“One travels more usefully when alone because he reflects more.”
— Thomas Jefferson
“Travelling is the answer to the question about LOVE.”
“The gladdest moment in human life is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton
Looking at those bulky luggages pileup, lifeless and cold, I can’t help but reminisce some memories as they flash on. Its been a year that one of these luggages was an active participant on our journey before it landed in comatose. Lying helplessly and taking its rightful rest, time will tell when it’s going to have its activity again.
Packing things up inside a luggage is easier when it’s done ahead of time. Two weeks, perhaps. A week, or days in advance. But, sometimes it is much harder to pack things up, trying to load all what you want to bring along. Just pack the most important ones and they will fit.
Taiwan is in the western Pacific ocean off the coast of southeastern China. It is a developed country with Taipei as its capital. Mandarin is widely spoken but its young population understand English as well.
Taiwan has numerous beautiful places to visit. Tourists may find their buses full plying to other destinations, so reservations are a must.
Today, as CoVID19 continues to soar in other industrialized countries, Taiwan on the other hand had a smaller impact with smaller number of deaths on record. With 23.7 million inhabitants, it has 455 corona virus cases and only 7 deaths. The month of May 2020 saw restaurants opening with customers no longer wearing face mask and no longer socially distancing themselves.
Eco Ark, Taipei, Taiwan
If you are a person motivated by arts, or a visionary of arts whose zeal is somewhat extravagant then, you have to visit this place, Taipei Fine Arts Museum.
If you are in some painful sensation in the stomach, it’s a reminder that your state ofenergy was used up and you need some foods to power you up. Try these energy boosting chicha inside Farmers Market at Taipei Expo.
Taipei, being a chinese city enjoys religious freedom. There are two churches that are in proximity with each other, Catholic and Islam.
This is the Holy Family Catholic church located at #50, Sec. 2, Xinsheng South Rd. Taipei 106, Taiwan
Taipei Grand Mosque, #62 HsinSheng, South Rd., Sec. 2, Taipei, Taiwan
My adventure will not end here. Travel while you’re still young. Collect memories. Meet different people and experience the different cultures. See new places, eat different foods cooked in different ways. Live other people’s lives, their style, their moment even for a short time. There are plenty of chances to attempt in your own gamble and risk.
“Travel plans make me happy; the realization, excited and very happy; my return, sad and happy” – bacardi
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