So, when the world demands more, and your soul craves less, choose the latter. Choose the deep breath, the gentle pause, the unburdened moment. You owe no explanations for choosing peace over performance. Your serenity is its own reward, a testament to a wisdom that understands life is meant to be lived.

He was a wildflower, blooming wherever he pleased. Free, bright, and always moving with the wind. He laughed easily and loved discovering new things.

She was the barley, steady and strong. She stood firm, offering comfort and quiet promises. Her presence was like a calm, golden field.

They met, and he was drawn to her steady warmth. She was captivated by his wild joy. For a time, their worlds intertwined beautifully. He brought her excitement; she gave him peace.

But the wildflower felt the pull of roots. The idea of settling down, of being truly tied, felt too heavy for his free spirit. One day, suddenly, he just pulled away. No long goodbyes, just a quiet, impulsive step back.

She stayed rooted, her heart feeling the empty space he left. He kept moving, a faint echo of her calm presence sometimes reaching him. Their paths split, the wildflower always seeking new horizons, and the barley standing, patient and strong, on her own ground.

The page is blank, the pen is dry,
A silent ache, I can't deny.
My muse has flown, a distant star,
And left me lost, so very far.

You were the spark, the vibrant flame,
That whispered words, and called my name.
Now echoes fade, and shadows creep,
A lonely vigil, I must keep.

I built the walls, I turned away,
And chased the light of brighter day.
But foolish pride, a bitter cost,
My precious muse, forever lost.

The songs unsung, the stories still,
A hollow space, my heart to fill.
I search in vain, for your return,
A lesson learned, a painful burn.

The blame is mine, I understand,
I broke the bond, I held your hand,
Then let it go, a cruel release,
And now I'm left, with only peace,
A hollow peace, devoid of ease.

A gentle hand, outstretched, a heart laid bare,
A love so pure, a weight I cannot bear.
Your eyes, a mirror, showing what I lack,
A warmth I feel, yet cannot give you back.

The whispered words, the tender, loving gaze,
A constant sun, in my confusing maze.
You offer solace, a refuge from the storm,
While I, unmoved, remain a distant form.

The guilt, a shadow, clinging to my soul,
To see your kindness, making me unwhole.
I watch you blossom, with a love so bright,
While I stay shrouded, in perpetual night.

A silent sorrow, a regret so deep,
For all the promises, I could not keep.
Your pure devotion, a gift I can't receive,
And in my stillness, I can only grieve.

The cruelest irony, a love so freely given,
By me, unreturned, a heart slowly riven.
I see your beauty, and I know it's true,
"Cause, baby, if I were you I would probably hate me too."

Younger me might not have good marks but he's happy, he would be so disappointed in the man that I've become.

It's been a decade since i last saw colors in everything, i missed the old me who's happy no matter how little he has, i missed the old me who couldn't care less if he got a low score in the exam— oh to be back to the old days— the old days where i'm happy; the old days where i wake up with a complete family.

it's sad to think that as days go by you'll realize that the people you've cherished the most are a day closer to death, but that's the way life goes. Friends? Family? Lover? we would lose it all, there's nothing in this world that is permanent, everything will cease to exist.

If i could live another life, i would choose this over and over again, it may not be much but i'm content that i've got to live a life where i'm surrounded with the persons that i love.
Some of those loved ones may have followed the light early, but i'm thankful that we've got to share precious memories. 'Til we meet again, Goodbye to the ones that i once shared a table with, I'll be seeing you on the other side.

Sa bawat dasal, pangalan mo'y sinasambit,
Sa bawat panata, ikaw ang aking hiling.
Ngunit tadhana'y tila sa 'tin ay galit,
Pag-ibig sa 'yo, 'di maaring abutin.

Sa tuwing ako'y nagmamakaawa at nananalangin,
Larawan mo ang sa isip ko'y nananalaytay.

Umaasa na sana'y ika'y maging akin,
Ngunit 'yong puso, sa iba pala'y nakalaan.
Sa bawat sandali na tayo'y magkasama,
Ako'y nagpapanggap na tayo'y magkasintahan.

Ngunit sa likod ng mga ngiti at saya,
Nagtatago ang sakit na 'di kayang labanan.
Alam kong ika'y 'di ko maaring angkinin,
Pag-ibig ko sa 'yo'y isang ilusyon lamang.

Ngunit kahit ganito, patuloy pa rin kitang mamahalin,
Sa puso ko'y ikaw lang ang nag-iisa at walang iba.

Hindi mo naman kasalanan,
Kung puso mo'y 'di akin, 'di ko mahawakan.
Pag-ibig ay 'di sapilitan,
Kusang loob na damdamin, 'di maipilit kaninuman.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung sa iba tumibok ang 'yong puso't naramdaman.
Ako'y narito lamang, naghihintay, umaasa,
Ngunit 'di dapat umasa sa 'yong pag-ibig, sinta.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung ako'y nasaktan, 'di ko kayang labanan.
Ang sakit na dulot ng 'yong paglayo,
Ngunit ika'y 'di ko masisisi, 'yan ang totoo.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
Kung 'di tayo itinadhana, 'yan ang katotohanan.
Tanggapin ko man nang may luha sa mga mata,
Ang pag-ibig na 'di para sa akin, 'yan ang 'yong paalam.

Hindi mo kasalanan,
At ako'y 'di dapat magtanim ng sama ng loob, 'di dapat maghinanakit.
Bagkus, ika'y aking palalayain,
Kasabay ng pag-asa na ika'y sasaya sa piling ng iba, sa piling ng iyong tunay na saya.