After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn....
With every goodbye you learn.
4 comments:
ay, i know this....
i found some old letters from you, pam, cam, buds - yakal days....grabe, yon pala ang start ng ka-praningan days ko..
Untitled na, anonymous pa.
Letters? I wrote you letters? Ipadala mo nga sa akin yan para maalala ko.
Where'd you get this? Can I use it?
I saw it on one of those Chicken Soup for the Soul books.
Sure, it's not mine. :-)
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