Spring is my favorite season. I would always equate spring with cherry blossoms and I always look forward to this time of the year.
This year, I was able to go to DC to go see the cherry trees that line up the Tidal Basin and the Roosevelt Memorial.
It really was a sight to behold. My heart was full of joy and my eyes filled with wonder with the beauty of spring and the blossoms that the gentle wind carries with it. Funny how being able to see is one of the things that we take for granted. Seeing the wonderful cherry blossoms together with all the families, the couples, the people who were there just made me appreciate this precious gift of sight.
I’m thankful too, that at that point in time, I was able to witness it with the person I love, whose heart was also full of joy and eyes filled with wonder.
Chris and I saw this lovely couple when we went to the Roosevelt Memorial in DC to go see the cherry blossoms which lined up the Tidal Basin before we headed back to NYC.
Someday, perhaps, Chris and I would be the ones sitting in this very park bench – we’d be old and crazy, sitting quietly with occasional jokes here and there (we’d be people watching, after all), with the blossoms falling away with every breeze that comes.
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Beginning. So I’m reviving this little blog of mine this 2014, and this is just the beginning.
*The picture in the above is the famous Angkor Wat in Siem Reap. I took this photo during my trip early December.
How many times have I seen this clock? Whenever I pass by Grand Central and see this clock, I always think to myself, “Live from New York – it’s Saturday Night Live!” See what watching SNL marathons has done to me.
Date check: it’s the 29th of October. It’s been ages since I last visited or posted something on this blog. So why post now? Maybe because I was otherwise inspired. Or maybe because I just wanted to delete pictures from my phone and save the best ones by uploading them on wordpress.
Time, for me, is one of life’s most precious gifts. However, it’s also one of those that I take for granted. It pains me that I seem to not make use of my time wisely and efficiently – that if only I could go back to college, for instance, I would’ve studied harder (or partied harder). While days might go by in a blur these days, it surprises me how much I’ve grown throughout the years. I guess that’s what being far away from home does to you – it forces you to grow up.
The next time I see this clock, I know I’ll be reminded not just of what once has been, but also of what I could become.
This post is for Bea – I know you’ll do great things in Kenya. We’ll always have NYC and how we biked from Central Park to Hudson River Park (uptown to downtown, ehem) one nice & sunny Fall afternoon.
Photo taken at the Hudson River Park. Yes, that’s New Jersey in its full glory.
Photo taken from the Riverside Park fronting Hudson River.
Hope has always been my companion.
It’s funny how life sometimes throws you in situations that leave you no choice but to grow. You will reach new inflection points that cause you to question your previously-held beliefs. You will, as I’ve mentioned to my office mate, “be so frustrated that all you can do is to smile, think happy thoughts, and do better than your best”.
Note that while others would view this as a sign of resignation and weakness, keep faith that this is a source of strength.
Quite the contrary, you may say. But in that moment of resignation, immerse yourself fully and observe how every bone, how every muscle in your body reacts to the situation. Then take a deep breath – you know in yourself that in that moment, there is really nothing you can do. Acceptance is the first step of growing up. Wallow in your sadness and bitter tears – but keep it short.
Then take action. Find comfort in the thought that the best is yet to come, that this is yet another challenge that you should overcome.
I sincerely believe that in the future, as I look back at this particular inflection point, I’d smile and be thankful that I’ve been through it.
Come on Life, bring it on.
For this week’s photo challenge, I chose to write about the Philippine Independence Day Parade in NYC this June 2nd.
“It’s more fun in the Philippines”, so our official Tourism slogan says.
It’s amazing to see the large number of Filipinos who congregated in the Madison Square Park to celebrate this special day.