My I-Story
Metro Magazine has this writing promo, with this theme: "What's your story?". It should be written in 600 words or less. I just sent an entry. I doubt that it'll get picked...but then again, who knows? :)
Here it goes...
Every girl starts out with a dream of finding the perfect man. The fairy tales spell it out for us. Prince Charming will come with glass slippers or with a waking kiss. That happy ever after ending is bound to happen someday. As I will later learn, though, the reality is that in this chaotic world we live in, that kind of love is not as easy to find and keep.
My story is nothing out of the ordinary. I'm an ordinary girl... Independent - By 12, I was living in a dorm so as to be able to attend a good school which was far from home... Fairly smart - I used to get good grades in school, with a balanced sense of practicality... Emotional - I feel things... maybe, sometimes a little too much... Romantic - I think life is equally poetic as it is dramatic.
All in all, I have loved a grand total of 4 times, with men of diverse personalities and different races. The depth of what I felt was also of varying degrees. Maybe, the only common thing amongst these affairs is that all of them didn't work out. No matter how much I wanted to and no matter how much I tried, things just fell apart.
What makes my story a little different, I guess, is that every time my heart gets broken, I run. To put it more aptly, I jump on a plane and move. After chopping my hair off, getting Swedish massages and crying my eyes out, I ended up resorting to drastic changes. I asked to be assigned to Maryland to get away from the hurt of unrequited love. I, then, grabbed a job in Singapore, without much thought, following the demise of a relationship that is simply is not meant to be. The movement was all external; but really moving on was a decision I was not prepared to make then.
But, now... now, I find myself staying put... Halt... Stop.
In the stillness, I begin to see my life in fragments slowly meshing together. My family loves me unconditionally. I have been blessed with great friendships and real connections. I have work which pays reasonably alright. With only very minor bouts of asthma attacks, I am generally in good health. I have the luxury of trying out new restaurants, reading new books and writing to my heart's content .I have all the reasons to be happy... and I'm striving to be.
Through all these, one important thing I realized is that going through life is just like going through a break-up. Life presents us with those unbelievably tough moments when nothing seems to make sense, and it is very convenient to just run away. Eventually though, the running has got to stop. Facing life head on, with its ups and downs is the only right way to live it.
Do I still want that Cinderella ending? Yes, I do. I hope it will happen... but, then again, I will not wait.
Life is right here, right now. I'm conquering it.
Here it goes...
Every girl starts out with a dream of finding the perfect man. The fairy tales spell it out for us. Prince Charming will come with glass slippers or with a waking kiss. That happy ever after ending is bound to happen someday. As I will later learn, though, the reality is that in this chaotic world we live in, that kind of love is not as easy to find and keep.
My story is nothing out of the ordinary. I'm an ordinary girl... Independent - By 12, I was living in a dorm so as to be able to attend a good school which was far from home... Fairly smart - I used to get good grades in school, with a balanced sense of practicality... Emotional - I feel things... maybe, sometimes a little too much... Romantic - I think life is equally poetic as it is dramatic.
All in all, I have loved a grand total of 4 times, with men of diverse personalities and different races. The depth of what I felt was also of varying degrees. Maybe, the only common thing amongst these affairs is that all of them didn't work out. No matter how much I wanted to and no matter how much I tried, things just fell apart.
What makes my story a little different, I guess, is that every time my heart gets broken, I run. To put it more aptly, I jump on a plane and move. After chopping my hair off, getting Swedish massages and crying my eyes out, I ended up resorting to drastic changes. I asked to be assigned to Maryland to get away from the hurt of unrequited love. I, then, grabbed a job in Singapore, without much thought, following the demise of a relationship that is simply is not meant to be. The movement was all external; but really moving on was a decision I was not prepared to make then.
But, now... now, I find myself staying put... Halt... Stop.
In the stillness, I begin to see my life in fragments slowly meshing together. My family loves me unconditionally. I have been blessed with great friendships and real connections. I have work which pays reasonably alright. With only very minor bouts of asthma attacks, I am generally in good health. I have the luxury of trying out new restaurants, reading new books and writing to my heart's content .I have all the reasons to be happy... and I'm striving to be.
Through all these, one important thing I realized is that going through life is just like going through a break-up. Life presents us with those unbelievably tough moments when nothing seems to make sense, and it is very convenient to just run away. Eventually though, the running has got to stop. Facing life head on, with its ups and downs is the only right way to live it.
Do I still want that Cinderella ending? Yes, I do. I hope it will happen... but, then again, I will not wait.
Life is right here, right now. I'm conquering it.
posted by balletflats | 12:54 PM
1 Comments:
Read your email na. I loved it. I do hope your story will be chosen. Share your P10K prize okay? Hehehe.
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