The Times That Were, The Times That Are, And The Times That Will Be…
April 4 2006…
Surprise!
Im back! After a very long time of silence here in friendster blog, Im back, ready to share everything that I could share…
I just finished on "re-reading" the testimonials my friends gave me… And it started plenty of memories to keep on flashing into my mind… I started reminiscing my highschool life, the days I spent with my close highschool barkada, the gimmiks and all the stuff we did together, the bad times we victored, and a lot of unusual but really fun things… I also started to remember the people who became a great part of my 20 years of living, my barkada… After some minutes of reminiscing, I finally realized how much the past means to me… Even if I try to forget the not-so-good memories of my life, it’s very ironic that I liked thinking and remembering all of them.. Most of all, remembering the so-called "great memories" makes me smile and even jump for joy because not all would have a chance to experience what I had experienced.. I think that I am one of the luckiest individuals here on Earth for I had experienced both the joys and sufferings of this life…
As of now, Im still on my journey towards wherever I may go… Im still facing difficulties, and of course, the sweetness of success… Im still with the special people in my life, besides from my family, my friends… I still keep my highschool barkada and still counting new sets of friends… I still have these people who, I know, I could count on whenever I may need help… I’m very thankful that Im still capable of constantly bringing joy to everyone else’s lives…
The future… Well, I guess that it’s not that far… But, whatever the times will be, whatever the challenges i might face, and whatever event would transpire, Im confident that I could handle all of them, just like how I handled everything in the past and how Im handling every situation as of the moment… I know that even how many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, or seconds would pass my friends, my TRUE friends, would always be there for me… I believe…
That’s it for now… Let me leave you with a poem… This poem was read and explained to me by my mother when I was only 5 years old… At a young age, my mom made me understood the importance of making the right choice…
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The Road Not Taken
by: Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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That’s it! ’til next time!
CHOOSE ON!
~ ThE wEbMaStEr - LoVeRbOy - LyNdOn JaSoN
