Yours is a Love Story (1 Cor 13)

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have LOVE…

 

To Shakespeare, a story can be written in Comedy, History or Tragedy

Now, we heard them as plenty as fairy tale, romance, myth, anecdote

Horror, drama, thriller, crime, madness

Stories you so like to watch on repeat

Stories you so like to portray, forgetting that

Yours, is a Love Story worth telling

 

Love is patient.

 

All those mistakes learned and relearned

All those sadness and tears poured

All the heartaches that crushed then made you whole

are how your Love story was told

 

Love is Kind.

 

You may be under a hole

or on clouds that sour

Your skies may seemed gray

or blue and bright and gay

You may not be in control

No hope and all wrong

 

It does not Envy.

 

You might have kept your self away

With buried dreams in deep blue sea

Living, just for a day

 

It does not boast.

 

Most of the time you give yourself to the world

Most of the time, nothing will be given back to you

For all those times remember contentment

That indescribable happiness

Hold them gently within you

Notice, how that vibrates through

 

It is not Proud.

 

The world may shout at you

Asking you of the same questions you so wanted to figure

Lashing you of the things you’re done regretting

It did not… This world will never be

 

It does not dishonor others, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 

You see, Shakespeare had it all wrong

There is only one type of story

A story so gentle, so pure, so true

You may look at it now like a tragedy or some bad history

Categorized it based on how you see through

With all those stacked problems waiting to explode like a bomb threat

Uncertainties waving in your shelf

Oh! You are written like the proverbial last will

 

Just wait and hope and have faith

Strive hard, be courageous, find strength

 

The world is excited for you to see

That Yours, is a LOVE story.

 

and LOVE never fails.

 

-Rejie-

Of growing,learning & living (Misadventures in Bukidnon)

May 10, 2011

I am taking the 3 hours approximate, adventure of a lifetime ride to the City of Malaybalay, the capital of the Province of Bukidnon, 100 km away from Cagayan de Oro City in the beautiful Philippine country. I have no idea what I am getting at, where this is going to take me. Few of the people I am with in this new journey are the only thing next to comfort. The rest, are all unknown. I am not sure if this is of more worth than what I am leaving behind…

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One afternoon, I looked around my overly messy room inside my hometown, trying to fix it a bit when I found the sendoff gift from the people I used to work with in Bukidnon about 6 months ago. I read the messages they wrote for me and found myself smiling from ear to ear. The memories came rushing back to me like sea breeze. Cool, sweet and salty.

The place is known for its cool weather and warm people. 20 Municipalities and 2 Cities all composes the entire province. The Provincial office is situated in Malaybalay City, where there, in the heart of Bukidnon I stayed for 4 ultimately amazing years.

More than four years ago, I could still remember myself as an estranged girl stepping for the first time in a strange place meeting new strangers.

Later that year, I was on my way knowing about the place, the people and mostly myself. The four years offered me experiences I never thought I would be getting. It has given me chances to make the right and wrong decisions, heartbreaking realizations and boundless appreciation of life in general.

I know it is not possible to narrate my entire stay in the province because aside from “It will be too long for just one blog post”, I cannot remember every detail at all. Haha! Instead, I am going to share to you what are the remarkable things (which for sure I will not forget until the last days of my life) that I saw/experienced while I was in the place. Here are they….

of finding LOVE

walk… forward

look back once in a while

see things through

we are made out of happiness, of pure intentions

offered, of all the beauty there is.

few of the times in colorful rainbows and more others in momentous black and whites.

Know that  LOVE has long been here, before all of these

you may think you came to find love

but dear, you do not understand

that you are not born to find your missing part

you just need someone to remind you

that you are whole all along.

{MRO}