Finally, I give it a shot…
It might not always be the best decision
but i’m hoping it’ll work out.
I guess some things have to lead us somewhere
and the passion regenerates that
burning feeling.
If this is the key to
contentment…
so be it…..
I assumed that in telling this story I am inviting prejudice. I may ignite people to raise their brows and I may in turn find myself in recluse thereafter. Yet one big part of me is nagging to let all hell break loose. Some thoughts in my being wanted to scream for eventual freedom. So the story goes. History has a way of creeping vulgar and malicious habits to people. Religion for one is like a disease worming inside our system. Making men think they’re all omnipotent. Teaching young boys to desire arcane thoughts and mundane feelings. Placing men on the pedestal of power. Always to be regaled and respected. I grew up thinking these men are holier than they actually are and none among my elders ever made sacrilegious attempts to introduce these bunch of intelligent men, to who they really are in real life. Or perhaps even my elders - who instilled in us the value of going to Sunday masses and the evening traditions of saying the rosary- knew nothing of the naked faces behind those fla...
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