In my very first 'dormitory' in LB.
My brother greeted me yesterday and expressed how an old movie reminded him of my youth. He acknowledged certain similarities between me and the female protagonist then and remarked how totally different we have eventually become. I felt some happiness for what he noticed but also felt bad about his recent observation. So I decided to pull out some old photos from my folders and be reminded of the good old days.
I am a cry baby and there is no denying in that. But I guess I was a lot more emotional during my younger days, particularly high school. I could cry everywhere so long as I feel like it. I go to church everyday before heading home, crying and wishing I never had to go home at all cost. I did seem to appear like a total weakling but I was never an idiot. Yes, I cry, but I was responsible. In fact, overly responsible for a high school student to assume parenting roles. I have four little brothers to look after and not even a single parent in our midst. Our father have had to work, as he still does, to sustain the family. And my mother had her own business to attend to. Yes, I had a complicated life then. But we got through it, at least now we’re better.
I diverted my frustration from home to becoming a gem in a Catholic school. I was a diligent student and it paid. I had got all the recognition and attention that I deserved. And it made me all the more crying to have found out how this dear teacher of mine expressed her admiration for my determination.
I lovED the camera.
But college did not free me from my usual wailing. Or maybe I had grown too tired to appreciate the things that were around me. But still I was way better, a lot better than today. I could not dismiss the fact that life keeps changing and I was no longer the baby that gets to be redeemed if caught in tears.
I often appeared to be a happy being, which is entirely contradicting to the depressive person that I am. I made good friends and they saw the earthbound side of me. Good friends who stayed up late night with me when I couldn’t stand being lonely in my room. Thoughtful friends who delivered lunch and dinner when I was too unwilling to give in to the demands of my stomach. Faithful friends who made time to sit by me while I sulk over meal. True friends who stood by me no matter what, no matter how stubborn I was. Yes, I was really stubborn. But still I was a lot better.
Smile though your heart is breaking.
Flash before bedtime.
And now at this age, I am able to realize how ungrateful I was to not recognize how beautiful my life was despite all the family crisis. So here I am, looking back and trying to admit the possibility of being in the same spot I had been in high school. That is, not being able to see the bigger picture and appreciate some good things that are kept hidden by my own fears. And these pictures will always remind me of how I felt broken and unknowingly survived it.
My life is a big drama. Or maybe I’m just too ‘maarte’ as one terribly pinpoints. I am getting tired of all these complications.
No matter how my heart is breaking now, I am still fighting. Giving up is never an option. And with that I am quoting some nice lines from a song called “Shattered” by Trading Yesterday:
Witchy Witch
And I’ve lost who I am and I can’t understand.
Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on.
But I know, all I know, is that the end’s beginning.
Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart.
Let me go and I will run, I will not be silenced.
All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain.
All is lost, hope remains, and this war’s not over.
There’s a light, there’s the sun, taking all shattered ones.
To the place we belong, and His love will conquer all.
Yes, His love will conquer all. And I have to realize that the old me does not matter. What I have is today and I have to live with it. Will it be with the old or new me, I have to survive it. But maybe there’s no such thing as ‘old’ and ‘new’ me for I can only be myself. My changing self. Or is there?
The new Me.