Song of Years

Wrote this a month after I came home to Pagadian from college. There were many realizations, and this was one. This is specially dedicated to my true friends- May, Sha, Carol, Steph, Jenie, Nino and Vincent.

I have been staring at the wall for a couple of minutes now and I can't seem to find or decide on what to write. I feel so many emotions in my heart and I think about a lot of things to make me undecided on a certain topic.It seem queer to finally understand and realize that a friend of yours for years now is really very different from you. And I have made that realization with my true friends.

When we were still in High School, life seemed to be very smooth and worries were nothing at all. Our friendship was as strong as steel and whenever one cries, the others empathize. We didn't have arguments because we were of the same mind. There were no misunderstandings because each one perfectly understands the other. All have the same, if similar likes and dislikes.

But how wrong I was to think that! It takes years, distance, experience, and environment to make you realize that you are completely different from your friends, no matter how true and tested they are.

Was scanning my files from college and memories came flooding through me: stories, poems and notes that I wrote during the lecture or when I was studying  that specific subject. In order that they don't get lost and so as not to forget them, I decided that I will write them all here in a special label called Notes.

This one specifically was a rhetorical piece I recited in my 2nd year Public Speaking class. Of course, as I was a very good student, I delivered the piece wonderfully and got high grades. (By the way, this was my model when I wrote Mi Ciudad De Zamboanga.)

This year, this song says it all. Guide me Jesus...