turned 43 on the bus ride to naga today.
whispered a little big wish, as, again, i recall, the baby swaddled and fresh from her mom Rosita's womb was surrounded by her grandfather, Geminiano, with violin music pieces, love letters of old, and math calculations. how are these seemingly innocuous things guarding and guiding my life right now? these things always nag in significance every 21st of february, always.
it's up for us to make our lives significant. there is no overarching fate nor can destiny be read by feng shui, the tarot, palm-reading, numerology, or any form of divination. mysticism provides guidance, a view of another ongoing universe, but a universe that can still be ruled by our choices, decisions.
consciousness is what counts. an awareness that as Paolo Coelho wrote, 'A day in itself is an eternity.' so every day will determine the future. i live the day as it will be the future.