It's amazing what things we find when we start cleaning and clearing out old clutter from half-abandoned cabinets and drawers. I stumbled upon a book which my ninong gave me when I was 13. The book is a daily Catholic devotional reading, and he may have given it to me in hopes that I'll stay upright, religious, and obedient. They wanted me to be the best that I could be. If I remember it right, I received it on my confirmation day. Somehow, I can't believe it's been almost 10 years since.
Inside the book, my ninong wrote a short message in a form of a poem (posted below).
February 17, 2001
It’s time for sleep and yet it does not come
There’s simply a little more left for me to be done
And though it’s late, inspired, I find it fun
To write for you before the setting sun.
A while ago you said I’ve given you (to read) so plenty
Don’t worry! My heart says, “They’re not so many.”
But you should share these stuff that ain’t so heavy
Oh gosh! Oh yes! By now you smile so widely.
Read on, my sweet young friend and “sit up straight.”
Don’t rush or be so rash, He’s asking you to wait
Enjoy your youth, don’t bite the enemy’s bait
For in your heart, you’ll harvest nothing but hate.
I’ll have rest by now, my day is full by morrow
Confidently hopeful, God does not want us to be in sorrow.
***I miss my ninong, he taught me how to play the guitar. He would take us out on weekends to teach my brother and I how to play billiards. He introduced me to lots of old songs and encouraged my talents. At some point, I even wished he was my dad. I hope he's doing a lot better now than the last time I met him. I will be praying for him.
Now, on to more personal things...
I just couldn't help but have mixed emotions after having read this message again. I was glad, but I felt at a loss after every thing that's happened in between that time and now. I've gained years, but the feeling that I've lost so many things to the past just caught up with me. I know I shouldn't feel this way, I'm not even that old yet. I guess I just don't feel as young as I used too.
Maybe this is to remind me that It's not yet too late to do better things. Maybe I'm saying this too because I feel stuck, and I frankly don't know where else I should be heading.
If I wasn't so full of pride, I'd talk to my old folks and tell them that they were right about a lot of things: life, people, society, men, vices, etc... Though they didn't tell me the reasons why back then, now I know exactly what they meant. I just hope they won't be disappointed, when they realize who I really am, how ever I turn out to be.
I know I've been very stubborn, they always used to tell me not to grow up too fast. But I don't regret any of it. Considering where I was, I think I learned a lot more than I should have. This, I think, really keeps me grounded.
Such is the process of learning, and it never really ends. It doesn't totally prevent us from making any wrong decisions along the way though.
I don't know how else to wrap this up, but since this has a lot to do with memories, it just reminds me so much of the time when praying grew a lot harder for me. I miss the old days, I miss innocence, and the feeling that I could always depend on someone other than myself.