Post Script II (CPE-PGH)
All my life I’ve been reflecting about faith. Culture and tradition have provided me with the rudiments. Philosophers and theologians explained to me further its vagueness and complexities. I also had the opportunity to tackle various parallelisms and nuances about this constitutive dimension of man. But I don’t know what’s going on with my system why I keep on searching for more. It’s not that I’m not contented with what I’ve learned from school but let’s say that my discoveries have impelled me to search for its deeper meaning. I can always use my reason to suffice everything but my heart tells me to look for something concrete and spontaneous.
God himself was the one who made things clear to me. In my dealings with ordinary people, I was able to affirm the fact that indeed, miracles do happen and faith can be as practical as our everyday life. I don’t have to experience the burning bush, the crossing of Red Sea or the tongues of fire in order to believe in the wondrous deeds of God. I just have to open my eyes and acknowledge even the littlest of things. I must admit that I’ve been struggling with my faith through the years. I’m always blinded by my lucidity. But now, I realized that faith is simply being vulnerable, being open, and being susceptible to the promptings of God. With this conviction, I am able to transform my pains into consolations, my fears into hopes, my insecurities into self-assurance.
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Boys Don’t Cry
Thursday, August 31, 2005…There’s something behind a person’s tears which makes him truly human. The world can be harsh enough for us to exude our strength, courage, and endurance, but at times, life can be so meaningful if we try to give in to our soft spot. Things are clearly seen if we acknowledge the fact that indeed, we are in pain. For most of us, it can be triggered by specific day to day experiences but sad to say, there are some who doesn’t care at all and would allow the chance to pass by. We can always come up with endless defences whenever we are confronted by our feelings, but one’s growth will always be determined on how much he has gone deep into himself.
Today it’s my first time to see a friend weep. Those tiny trinkets that fell from his eyes revealed to me profound and innumerable truths about his being. Boys don’t cry…but only real men do.
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