Love Letter To God

Father, where are you leading me?

I am confused. I am worried.

I am confused about what I will do next. There are many options but it is risky for me. I am confused if I am really for it.  I have been asking myself lately of my purpose here on earth.

Onwards,Uday!

Don't hate yourself. Falling in love is in not an act of stupidity. Never!  You just happened to stumble the wrong person or maybe, just maybe, both of you were at the wrong place at a wrong time.

To That Guy

To that guy,

Please bear with me as I gather my guts and put on my brave face

To save myself from false hopes, disappointments, and heartbreak I would like to know what do these all mean:

To A Brokenhearted Man

What wise words can we say to you?

It is always you who have something sensible to say. If it's not within ourselves, sometimes it is you who would remind us that everything is part of life and everything that we are going through shall pass. And, that every situation is only difficult in the beginning if we persevere.

An Open Letter To A High School Crush

Someday you will find out about me: the President of the Booklover’s Club, the girl who keeps the class record, the girl who accidentally run into the boy’s room during retreat, the girl who overslept in the school clinic, the girl who spilled a chocolate syrup, the girl who preferred to stay at the Jail Booth during Intramurals, and the girl who writes poems about you in the school paper.

To That Guy Who Stopped Asking When

I regretted it.

The very first day you said hello I should have been wise with my answer. I should have asked you directly about your intention.

I panicked thinking all about the possibilities. Then I was afraid that you would never see me again after. Insecurities sink through. I doubted myself. I keep on asking why it was you and not him. Why it was not the person that I like. Why you of all people?

When you stopped asking when the question I had intensified.

Now it felt awkward whenever I see you online. I can't say hi.

I blamed myself for expecting too much. We never had the chance to be acquainted. 

I think, at that time, we were two souls trying to look for possibilities. I was taking my time and you were impatient.

My friends said that you were asking about me. They said that you are coming home again this year.

What are we going to do when we see each other?

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AN OPEN LETTER TO (NON) HOARDERS

To All,

I am writing to ask for something which I think, would be difficult to comply especially  if you are  a compulsive hoarder. May this letter be a part of your process of letting go. Let go of the things that might be useful to others. Little by little separate the things you wish to keep longer. I know that you hold on to some trinkets because you want to keep the memory alongside. I respect your reasons but I need you to hear me.

To The Virgins While You Are Young!

You consider yourself as a virgin. An inexperienced young individual eager to try out the hype. You might think that jumping  from the plane  secured with safety gears and a parachute is something. HECK! It is something. If you are brave and have secured your life insurance, by all means, do it. If you want to sleep in the middle of the forest with your friends go on and schedule that trip. If you find yourself unsatisfied with what you have done, bless your heart I am not stopping you. But you have to take time.

At 25 Everyone Is Taken

Dear Senior High School Jhecel

Nine years from now you will realize that everyone is taken.

An Open Letter to Next President of the Philippines

The five of you divided the whole nation. Even in our house, we share our opinions with our choice of the next president of the Philippines. We have not spoken about it, but I like to believe that we agree to disagree. We see every good intention of each of you but there are flaws in your promises that we cannot ignore. I am sure that most of the Filipinos would agree with me here.

Hey Pessimist!

Hey Pessimist, you have to stop!

Today you woke up. Isn’t it a miracle? Your heart did not stop beating even for a second. The earth continues to rotate on its axis, and the sun is setting in the other side. Somewhere in someone’s wild garden a Morning Glory is starting to bloom even if it is partly cloudy.

A Letter from The Abandoned Chairs

We humbly request that we may be moved to a safer place.  We feel that robbers would come to us anytime. Aside from that we feel that we are useless here.

A Letter To A Dead Friend

Dear Val,

I miss you.

I’m sorry if my way of remembering you is opposite to what is supposed to be done. I’m writing to tell you of my misfortunes. I failed again. As I write this I am feeling so afraid. Really – really afraid mostly with myself. I don’t trust my instinct anymore. I lost my drive to keep on moving. I forgot that I can get up on my own if ever I stumble. I forgot that I have two hands that I can use to balance my body before my face hit the ground should I accidentally fall.

Second Letter to D.K.

I am still the same. Nothing has changed. I still go to the library every Wednesday. The librarian is strict as ever. She made me write an apology letter for staining a portion of the book cover of Gardening and Landscaping. I argued that it was already there when I picked up the book but she did no listen. She threatened to send me to the Guidance Counselor’s office so I did what she told me.

A Letter of Gratitude To Everyone

            Years ago I wished that people would think and act the same. So that explaining would not be difficult and being a stereotype would not matter. But then I realize that it would not work out as I wanted and that everything will be repeating as it is. There will be no past and no future, only the never changing present.

AN OPEN LETTER TO A GIRL WHO NEVER WINS

            There are choices that had been decided for all of us even without our consent. No matter how we hate it if it is for us we cannot escape it. There are rewards given to us even if we do not compete for it. Lucky are those who recognize the importance of such rewards; lost are the obstinate one. There are battles we have to fight until we win. There are battles we have to retreat.

            And so, I write this letter to a girl who thinks that she never wins. You and I are in the same phase of this adulthood. Perhaps it is necessary to reiterate that you are not alone.

LETTER TO SADDIE

            You of all people know human’s life cycle. We were born; we live here on earth as temporary resident and God knows when death will come unto us.

            I feel you. Of course, I feel you. I understand your pain. Yours is a different kind of sorrow that I hope and pray to God would not happen to me. I understand you. I lost love ones too – family to be exact. I know how it goes. But, then again I can tell that it is your heart that hurts the most. It is the past that haunts you the most. I know, because, we human being talked about our past often occupying the present day. It is the history of our lives that sometimes we wished we had done things differently. You may ask how we would know if we are doing the right thing if we are unsure of our future. That my dear, I cannot answer. Perhaps, the answer to that question is one of the flaws of our existence.

DEAR ACE

            I had the sudden urge to write you after hearing the good news today. You are now a daddy. I am happy for you! I know that you would be a great father. I know that you were afraid that you might end up like your father. There is a possibility that you might act and discipline your child the way your father did which you hated the most. You have to accept and stop worrying.

LETTER TO VENUS

            A boy once told me that I am beautiful. I look up and stare in his eyes because I am not sure what to say. It was the first time in my existence that a boy praised my physical appearance. I am sure it happened in school because in my memory I can still smell the freshly baked bread in our Home Economics class. He normally does not say things like that. I never said a single word. I blinked and walked away. That day I wished that I have wings so I can fly and twirl and fly and twirl up in the sky.

AN OPEN LETTER TO POPE FRANCIS

Dear Pope Francis,

            Welcome to the Philippines Lolo Kiko! Welcome to the place where I was born and raised. Welcome to a nation with more than seven thousand islands, a nation who have many dialects, a nations with varying cultures and tradition, and a nation whose spirit is renewed with your arrival.