Wednesday, February 8, 2017
My Feb-Ibig Story
The story still resonates. Gie says, it makes her cry. Touches a raw nerve, or vein perhaps. For Kris, it awakens a lot of emotions. As I read it, in my mind, to the last sentence, I lose my voice. Almost to a whisper saying, 'We were real.' Twelve years hence, the feelings are gone, but the frankness is still able to cry out. Hands down, it is an entry to one story-telling contest. What makes my heart beat? Failure and resignation. But I have learned to live with it. Wake up and sleep with it. Breathe and chew every morsel of truth as I see it. Right now, it's beside me; and it will ride with me to work tomorrow. Failure makes my heart beat. Failure helped me heal.