Us, Defined

 

The question of who we are is not sufficiently answered by our curriculum vitae, for although it gives a good idea of our superficial aspect, it leaves out the more essential things about us.

 

The best thing that can tell us who we are, in my opinion, is what we do when we think we are alone, for it is then that we put down our guards and cast off our masks.

 

(Note: First clause of the above pho-thought was first posted in iluko.com (4/28/2008 5:55:30 PM) The post had been: What define us are the things we do no ammotayo nga awan sabali a mangkitkita kadatayo.)

 

Fallen Leaf

It has lived its life; it has accomplished its mission. So now, it has fallen to the ground to give way to another leaf, another life.  No, it’s not a sign of defeat, it’s to show respect to a Higher Being, to the One who designed all these.  

This pho-thought (photo.graphic thought) is based on my essay “If Life Were Like Reading a Novel.” Read it HERE.

Heart without Love

Is there such a thing as a heart without love? What would it be like? Here’s my take:

No, I don’t think there is such a thing.

Clean Slate

There are times when we stop ourselves from doing the things we ought to do for fear of making mistakes, of smearing a clean slate. Bu really, our life is a blank journal on which we must write. A journal that contains nothing is not a journal, just a blank space that did not serve its purpose — it would have been a life had it been lived.

 

//Sherma E. Benosa

09 May 2008; 11:35am

 

An Open Letter to Humanity

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We often wonder about the why’s of life, especially when we are in the middle of a tribulation, whether or not it is of our own doing. We wonder why we have to go through things, why we must suffer, why life sometimes must be bleak, why things we think we can do better without happen.

 

I’ve asked the same questions, too. And below are the answers I’ve come up with. I hope they make sense.

 

 

//Sherma E. Benosa

29 December 2007; 11:10am

 

Ode to the Soul

I’ve written a lot about anything, for everyone, but this is the first time I wrote something for my soul. I hope she likes it.

//Sherma E. Benosa

12 April 2008; 3:02pm

Only When

 

Dreams. They are the fruits we envision the plants we sow would bear. But many of us dream without planting a seed. Some of us do, but we fail to water our plants, to fertilize them. So our plants die. And when they do, we wonder what happened to our plants, to our dreams. We blame everything. We blame the sun, we blame the rains, we blame the insects, yet we forget to blame ourselves.