Hello again, my friend. Don't you find it funny how I just posted something a minute ago and now I'm back? That's how I missed you. Oh well. Moving on.
Yesterday, we were asked to make an essay based on the title "Ako ay Nauuhaw." I never thought about it at first but when I started to scribble, I felt like there was a closed part of me, slowly opening.
Thirst. Sometimes, we use laughter, joking and teasing others as an alternative to cover up our feeling. But believe me, it will come to a point where we have laughed all there is to laughed about. Sometimes, there will come a point where our symbolic throats couldn't take the coarseness anymore and we'll have to replenish. But we must remember that there will be a thirst that couldn't simply be lifted through drinking no matter how strong that drink could be.
The emotional thirst is the most lethal of its kind. It sucks the life out of anything that comes in its way. No matter how we try to juice it up, it could never absorb if given the wrong treatment. Emotional thirst asks a very distinct medicine from us and it is knowledge. What kind of knowledge then? Knowledge of one's self. We need to know what we are, who we are and what we want in order to fully understand. As said, it is the hardest to judge yourself.
Hayst. Sorry to cut you short, my little friend, but I ran out of words because the paper we did was in Filipino. :D Okay, friend? Let me go then.
Not too rusty! :)
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