I pick up my pen and I draw blank. I feel the minute coarseness of the paper and the roundness of the long, thin cylinder that holds the ink. I hear endless and mindless chatter in my head. But I still find myself at a loss, both inspiration and cohesion. I’m at the precipice of finding reason for hope and the logic behind the despair.

Having focused on something for so long can bring one to a state of disarray if suddenly uprooted. I’ve come full circle sans tangible output. I am reminded of how fleeting everything is.

I imagine myself standing at the end of an empty jetty staring at the edge where water touches the sky, wondering at the strange contrast of the unsteady surface of the waters and the soothing blue sky. I would end up lowering my eyes to stare at the planks of wood that I’m standing on in an effort to avoid drowning in the unfathomable mystery of the scenery or to mark the humbling sight that invoked powerful emotions and indescribable conundrums, accepting that there are things in this world that I will never understand.

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Change that forges its way through and around obstacles towards its destination. Carves, reacts, erodes, and deflects. Creates art, sustains life. Resourceful and noble, an immeasurable and fleeting force.

It can adapt. We are only asked to respect it. It is infinitely wiser than we ever dare think it to be. It knows where it’s going and that’s where it will ultimately end up regardless of what it may encounter. You can try to control it, manipulate it, destroy it. In the end, you’ll realise that you may never lord over it at all.

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I am like a ship on a calm harbour. Assured of its safety, secured in its peacefulness. I am lulled by the gentle waves, as if without care to the rest of the world. My mind was on what I had planned to do in that harbour — everything except the plan of leaving. There were moments when I had wondered of the adventures that I would’ve had if I were to leave that harbour. And there were moments when I was sure that I’d have regretted the rough seas I would’ve faced if I hadn’t chosen to steady myself in there; never really knowing the extent of my strengths and my weaknesses.

Tides turn and the water, which I thought was safe and still, churned at the sight of God’s purpose.

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To celebrate endings and beginnings. Memories and hope intertwined. Laughter and tears. Love. Sweet, air-in-your-lungs love. It has always been about love.

We were but little girls when we first met and known each other till we were women. This was all part of the dream. We both knew we all will come to this. At least, that was a common assumption.

That day sealed a thought. Terrifying, unthinkable, truth. I was never meant to go last. I was meant not to go at all.

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Trivia: Taken while the bride, a long time friend, walked down the aisle at her wedding which took place in Alabang, Muntinlupa City, Philippines; March 2010.

It’s fascinating to watch two-year olds while they go about their day. Everything’s interesting. Everything’s frustrating. Communication is extremely amazing. Yet their shortcomings don’t stop them from surviving. They learn to adapt no questions asked.

Looks like they know how to live life more than the adults.

This photo is one of the more softer looks I’ve seen on my feisty little cousin. I’ve always been interested in taking snaps of her as I try to perfect the technique in capturing her beautiful innocence. This is also my way of experimenting with Black & White photography.

Trivia: Photo of my 2-year old cousin, taken in my room; Paranaque, Philippines, March 2010