Goodbye my little Musketeer

Porthos is still not his usual lively, almost annoying self but, he can now walk and eat what you put in his bowl. He looks at me with contempt each time I try to force his medicine into his mouth but, he's getting better and that's all we want. However his brother, Athos, our mighty black puppy who barks like a grown dog and scares everyone with his growl, died just today. It's something that we really didn't see coming. I know he's just a dog but I feel like I lost quite a big part of me and I don't even know why. So, it's one musketeer down, and it's my favorite musketeer down. They say that animals don't have souls but just in case they're wrong and little Athos is now in Heaven, I hope they give him lots of bones and lots of milk.       

Ask a WHY instead

I asked how
And they answered
Still
I asked again
How?

Then an old man walked towards me
His face painted with reproach

My dear, says he
Perhaps you should ask WHY instead
And then I'm sure
You will take on any HOWs

I don't wanna conquer the world anymore

The truth is, I'm scared.

One second I can see myself conquer the world but the next moment, I'm back inside my shell, where I feel safe.

During a career forum I attended a week ago, a diplomat told us how awesome he thinks his life is and how lucky he is for being able to dine with royalties, shake  hands with prime ministers and presidents, and travel wherever.

Yeah, he's quite full of himself but you know what I hate? It's that I love his life, and I love the idea of living the same life he lives but I don't think I got what it takes.

Yes, some friends and colleagues told me I got PR skills, that I am a people person, I don't know what made them say that, after all I just talk when I feel the need to. I wonder if they've ever seen me stammer and embarrass myself or forget what to say and look funny in front of a crowd.

Worse is, I don't think I could hide my disgust at those seemingly upright men who are fond of wearing coats and ties and pretend to be important. I don't think I could manage to shake hands with a president who had just waged war against a helpless nation nor lie about something to make someone else look good. I don't think I can do that, so I guess, no matter how ideal that diplomat's life sounded to me and to many other ambitious bozos I was sitting with in that auditorium last week, I just can't be like him.

Well, I could try if I want to, but I don't even want to. Coz you know what I really want right now?

I wanna graduate, go to Canada and perhaps work as waitress or a convenience store cashier, get a Master's degree, go back home, put up a poultry house, work for a newspaper, teach somewhere, buy a house, get married, and take care of a dog while writing a book.

That's the life I want, because I'm so tired of trying so hard to change the world. I'm tired of trying to be heard, I'm tired of trying to make things better for someone else. I wanna stop chasing the elusive.

I just want to sit around, have a routine and stick to it.

I don't wanna conquer the world anymore.

That memory I couldn't get rid of

Beneath the hazy moon, between constellations, along that shore. That's how I'll always remember you.

Her Wish

She stared intently at the vast sky.

The sound of the waves playfully sliding and hopping on the shore muffled the voices of their companions who were seated on the sand a few meters away.

She tried her best to look for it and she did see it, though a little blurry.

She squeezed her eyes several times, trying to make out the figure that the stars were forming.

"So this is the Southern cross", she thought to herself.

He told her she can make a wish.

She believes that the words 'wish' and 'someday' are synonyms for the word 'never' but, she took her chances anyway.

So on that starry night, underneath the evening sky, she made a wish.

She wished to see him truly happy, again.

Awat na

Awat na.

Tama na.

Di mo na kayanon.

Masakitan ka gid.

Untat na nga daan samtang puwede pa.

Because I remembered Thorin Oakenshield's story

It's a familiar feeling, fighting a losing battle. You already know how it'd end, but you just can't drop your sword. You keep fighting, hoping that fate might still go on your side.