Twenty Fifth Year

Tough times are the two words i can describe when the journey started to push through last year going to that silver aged, twenty five years old. Yet i still felt like im no younger than eighteen. The transformations i can only barely see and experience are some white hairs and adult problems. Beyond that, there's nothing i can say that made me feel like twenty-something. Probably, it's because i have yet to experience to work in order to live.

When would a man's maturation begins?

A. When a man will work for food, clothing and decent shelter

B. Setting his/her priorities straight

C. Deciding the best for himself even if still had no earnings yet

D. Having a kid/s and a wife/wives

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Yesterday was a blast! Greetings from anywhere from Luzon, Visayas and Mindano and even from some parts of the Middle East came through. It's a cliche as always when people greet you in the most unorignal way. But it's understandable. There's quite less of greetings around that we can make from "happy birthday!". The most important was these people exerted their way to greet you. Remembering, all of a sudden, a person that somehow touched them in a way, big or small. I've learned that greetings were not also meant for wishing the best and the brightest for the birthday celebrator, it was also a sort of remembering that person an inch of a second or two.

Indeed some of the birthday greeters were getting less and lower in numbers from the time you were born. But every year, there's got to be a sort of VALUE that lingers in each of the person who made a stand and still at your side up to now. Of course, there were always the usual NEW PEOPLE whom you met along the road. They, too, had a certain VALUE. And it's understandable that there were also some and certain personalities that had forgotten your birthday, and yet never forgotten the VALUE of friendship each has shared.

So saan mapupunta yung mga nakalimot na sa iyo ever since?
Frankly my dear, i guess i don't want to give a damn anymore.

I'll strum my guitar and drink for you, yes you, who value every bit of cell in me.

...For the twenty five years and counting
...For the life of me
...To the love and the loveless
...To being a hopeless romantic
...To my struggling yet surviving family
...For the good times and bad bad bad times
...To good health and bad hygiene
...To someone that exists for me and I to her (a soulmate perhaps)
...And to God Almighty...

May we all strum our guitars and drink for our own completeness and happiness.

cheers!


for more of the yesterday's action click: ccigaux's green mangoes
and go to a photo album entitled: "Did you know it was my 25th birthday yesterday"