Transient Me

I’ve been away from this blog for almost four months now. It’s not anything new really. Rummaging through my archives I’ve found an entry or two with the topic of not blogging in a long while. Before, I felt extremely guilty of leaving this blog in a lifeless state, not that there are so many readers clamoring for me to keep it updated. Believe me, I only get a bunch of spammers in this blog - those who sell male-enhancement drugs, pron and online casinos. Hmmm…makes me wonder what I’m writing about that makes me a magnet to such web hooligans.

Anyway, a lot has happened to me. In fact, there were just too many to mention that the mere fact of writing about it exhausts me. Or maybe I’ve just gotten lazy to write about stuffs. Me? Lazy to write about stuffs? Now that’s scary. I didn’t think I would find myself saying that writing has become such a tedious task. Yet there it is, I just wrote it on the screen. It seemed blasphemous to even think about it on my part since it has been my livelihood for almost 10 years. Ah the irony. But I don’t want to elaborate on it now because my thoughts are going everywhere and I’ve resolved not to write long blog posts.

Lately, I’ve been re-thinking and reflecting on the purpose of this blog. What is it for in the first place? I haven’t figured things out yet. But I have plans of taking this down, moving on to Vox Populi and write about things that matter to the community. Of course, it’s still all unclear to me. Nothing is written in stone. What could I write about that would be beneficial to the community? I really don’t know yet. So right now, I’ll stay here and ponder.

It makes me feel quesy and a bit overwhelmed inside. Yet it also reassures me that I can be who I really am in the eyes of my Creator…that it’s okay to be human.

WARRIOR IS A CHILD
composed by Twila Paris

Lately I’ve been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I’m amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don’t see inside of me
I’m hiding all the tears

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
‘Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child

Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I’m amazing
Never face retreat
But they don’t see the enemies
That lay me at His feet

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and and cry for just a while
‘Cause deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child

They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down
They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile
‘Cause deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
The Warrior is a Child

Trivia: This song was written in 1984 by Gospel singer Twila Paris. The original sounds country gospel-ish, so I like Gary V’s interpretation. It’s more solemn and melancholy. Makabagbag-damdamin, ika nga. Naks, malalim na tagalog yon o di ba. Hehe.