February 17, 2008 (Sunday)
8:00 pm
Diory's room, #4 Aurora Hill, Baguio City
It's like rain
It is rain
Just as when I am loving the heat of the sun when I had been hating it;
Just as when I would travel to places unknown to me when I had been ignorant of traveling;
Just as when I would do spontaneous things when I gave paramount importance to performing planned things.
It is rain
Just as when I would go to movies alone when I had never desired to do so;
Just as when I would splurge money when Ms. Thrift was a part of me;
Just as when I would resort to quitting when I had never given up on difficult things.
It is rain
Just as when I am wanting to grow without growing old;
Just as when I am recognizing that becoming one with the “old people” is close to the unavoidable;
Just as when in not wanting to grow as how the “old people” grew, quitting is the best option.
On your wedding day, it's like rain.
And when you've already paid, it's a free ride.
Ironic, isn't it?
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