Recently, my weekend walks to town had become a habit. I do not know why I keep on longing for it. I enjoy being alone, walking, contemplating and doing a little 'people watch'.
And just this afternoon, I, once again, did it, on routine. I was hungry so I decided to go to Gemini. I love going to bakeries. Yeah, I know. We have our own bakeshop. But it's different. Our bakeshop only sells cakes. Meanwhile, I am fond of going to bakeries because of the huge variety and wonderful smell of pastries being cooked.
During my trip, what struck me were my co-passengers in the jeepney. Children. Innocent, sweet little children. It just blows the stress out of my cluttered mind-seeing them tell stories with unintentional loud voices, their over-enthusiasm, their innocence, not having problems, not having a serious care in the world. I miss being a child. I had blogged about this before in my multiply account but well, I just can't help it.
I remember one time, I was flashing through pictures of when I was a kid. I cried. Seriously(okay, laugh if you want but I really shed tears) The picture that struck me most was the one where my father was carrying me in his arms, he looked happy and I looked happy. I kinda wish to go back to that moment, to remember how it felt like, to remember the security of your father's arms. Forget my dramatic nature. It's just that now, I am longing for that father figure. Even though my dad is here, physically, but emotionally, I really don't feel him. I wish I could really open doors. *sigh.
btw, I'll post that picture when I get the chance to. This window is malfunctioning, the formatting buttons aren't showing up.
Bye.
Have a happy weekend.
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