The road is full of impatient people.

Last night, I was walking along the highway going to the university near our subdivision. Everyone who knows how to drive knows that a double yellow line in the middle of the road means ‘NO OVERTAKING.’ I have learned that before I even learned how to drive. I have no watch or a phone at that time but the cars on the road suggest that it is about dinner time and everyone’s tired and hungry and all they want now is just to get home as soon as possible. People nowadays, are always in a hurry. They don’t care about violating a law, like overtaking when overtaking isn’t allowed, just as they violate any other laws, just as long as they do what they have to do… hurry up and get to the next moment.

I used to believe about making moments right and not waiting for the right moment. My high school motto was ‘Don’t wait for the right moment, make the moment right.’ But I realized that there really is such a thing as a right moment or a right time. There’s a right time to overtake a car so that accidents won’t happen. There’s a right time to have sex because you’ll know better in time, and yes, also to avoid accident. There’s a right time to bear a child so that your genes are perfectly passed on. There’s a right time to feed a child solid foods so that the child won’t choke. There’s a right time to speak of truth or of lies, so that it is easier or less hurting to accept and believe. There’s a right time to reap a fruit from a tree so that its taste is as perfect as can be. There’s a right time to stop waiting so that you can focus to attend to more important things in your life.

There are moments in life that you cannot have control over. You may, but the outcome won’t be as good as when you have just waited for the right time. If we can only be patient and learn that if we wait for that right time, we can have things at its best. And hopefully, there will be less accidents on the road.

By the moonlight

By the moonlight I see the lines

Too familiar that it reminds me

Of things I’ve had and lost

Of moments I’ve lived and forgotten

Of days I will never relive

Of nights of silence and noise

When all is gone and nothing is left

But the mind trying to see

Many has been lost

Many has been shattered

Just by not looking back

And seeing things from afar

By looking too far ahead

been blind to what is near

By looking too far ahead

been blind to see me

By the moonlight I surrender

By the moonlight I asked again

The nights I missed

The words I failed to hear

The touches I failed to feel

The beauty I failed to see

Why not? It's Sunday.

Today, i woke up, ate breakfast, went to church, walked about a kilometer to get to Starbucks, had a tall latte, sit there for three hours staring at nowhere, let my mind wander to the past and the future, and intentionally did not attend to the here and now, walked the same distance to get home, brushed my teeth, watched a movie while eating wheat bread, pichi pichi, craisins and coffee, stayed idly in bed for about half an hour until i fell asleep, got woken up after i don't know how long and realized that today, i wasn't alone.

There's a lot in not knowing

At exactly 9:51 pm, I dialed his number on my phone but decided it was a bit early; they may have just landed and ended it before it even rang. “I’ll call later,” I said to myself. At 9:54, my phone rang, he was calling me. He may not have called me right after landing, but he did right after they got outside the airport, and I can only wish I was there waiting for them as I talk to him over the phone. Looking at the picture on my phone’s screen, I was smiling when I pressed ’answer’. My sweet voice, as he said, cannot hide the truth of missing him, of longing for this time when I can finally talk to him, though it had only been four days since the last time we heard each other’s voice. The call lasted only for three minutes. And that was, by far, the most (insert adjective) three-minute phone call of my life. I can’t insert a word that would perfectly capture the way I would describe it, or how I felt. Just before those three minutes ended, I go t the chance to hear everyone else’s voice, most especially Enzo. Then they said goodbye. And so did I.

I don’t know how a call would end so happily that it made me almost cry. And as I write this, I am trying so hard to keep my eyes open so that tears won’t fall out. And I couldn’t be more convinced that I have already found the love of my life.