Song of Years

O. Henry once said that life is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles, with sniffles predominating. And how true he is!

When my youngest sister moved out for college, I have been rearranging the room we shared. I discovered that I already have seven journals and three notebooks of the prose and poetry I made and collected throughout the 25 years of my existence.

Flipping through the pages, I became lost in that past world where my main concerns were just my studies and my crushes. (Yup, I have a chronological list of all my crushes since elementary!) In some ways, O. Henry was right, life indeed is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles- but smiles dominate my life.

Who wouldn't want to smile anyway when they realized how pathetic, shallow and childish they were back then? And man, my grammar sucks! I don't know how I could have passed English but somehow I did. My mentor in college and a dear friend, Dr. Espinosa, wouldn't have believed that I was that stupid.

But there were moments too though when I sobbed and wrote in capital letters with so many exclamation marks. Some problems were petty, but others were not. I wrote about the weight of the many pressures I have to carry.

Throughout my life, there have always been a verse, a song or a story that spoke to me. They have helped me in my journey. They have helped me to believe. They have helped me to dream.

Based on my favorite book, "The Song of Years" by Bess Streeter Aldrich, this blog is my song. It sings of the sobs, sniffles and smiles of my life. It is a collection of short stories, essays, sayings and poems that I love. Some were made by various writers around the world, but some I made myself.

It is my desire that you will be able to sing your song of years.

Enjoy the melody!

Each of his days a thousand year