I’ve been trying to figure out lately what moving on is. How people say so often that they got over someone or an event, and that they have moved on. How people think of the craziest ways possible just to “move on” from a heartbreak or heartache. How people make lists of tips and ideas on how to heal your broken heart and “move on”. But I believe it’s not really moving on that is the main part of getting over a heartbreak. It’s acceptance.
When I was 5 years old, I bought a toy whistle from my grandmother’s sari-sari store. Because of that toy whistle, I wanted to be a police woman. My idea of a police woman that time, was a traffic enforcer. I still remember that little Regina hiding behind the bushes near our gate and whistling. I giggled softly when the cars stopped and the drivers looked from left to right wondering where that whistling came from. I was so naive.
The past two weeks have been a whirlwind to my junior life in college. And when I say whirlwind, I mean it literally. (I won’t go on naming all the parties involved, although I have no intention or whatsoever of campaigning. But just to be safe, I’ll just prolly mention the colors and all, and just edit this after the election.)
I believe that the world won’t end in 2012. As to what basis there is from which people have inferred and concluded that the world will end in 2012, I don’t clearly understand. But if these people who have formulated this “prophecy” and those who believed and still believes in it, claim to be Christians, I am strongly disappointed.
I don’t get it all. Why do people (especially the single ones) make a big deal out of this? Why do they feel the need to indulge themselves in drama about not having anyone on Valentine’s day? Why do they feel the need to have a date on that day? Why do they feel the need that they should have a girlfriend/boyfriend on Heart’s Day? Why?