Easter Egg Hunt

In the family, we have always had the tradition of the Easter Egg Hunt. I don't really remember when it started. It's like it's always been there. It had not been the tradition from the Philippines of course; it was just something we have always done here. Last night, I saw the tradition alive and well with the grandkids. There was some added fun also of creating Easter egg baskets from pieces of cardboard. The kids helped by their parents and aunties got busy and creative cutting the cardboard in shape, decorating it with drawings and adding a handle. This gave an added feeling of excitement before the actual egg hunt. The kids were asked to wait upstairs as the ground floor was prepared by the adults for the placement of the eggs in obvious and not so obvious places. The youngest ones were summoned to come down first so they could have the first privilege of picking up the eggs many of which were strewn on the floor. A minute later, the other more aggressive kids were asked to come down. The kids' eyes scanned the whole place with their keen eyes and grabbed what were in the way or where their eyes or instinct led them. They all had fun picking and putting the spoils in their crafted baskets. After all that, the kids gathered around the dining table and counted their booty. Well the tradition is well entrenched in the family, and it will stay there for a long long time. I was glad and proud to have taken part in this great tradition.

Time warps at maximum speed

Why is it that I have arrived at this age and I still feel that there are so many things I still have to do? I am still confused and am still praying for clarity. I have prayed for that before and I believe I have part of the answer but there are still some gaps to be filled, some questions still to be answered, some puzzles still left to be tackled, some problems still waiting to be faced. Do I really have enough time for all these? I'm not sure. As much as I want to maintain my health, I know that the time will come when this body will fail and will just give and will not want to proceed any further. But as long as I can feel the breath under my nose, then I ought to do the best I can do. I wish I can reveal the myriads of things floating in my head but not yet. They persist to float, waiting for me to pick them up and make them solid and palpable. Send me some positive vibrations, tiny sparks of blessings and well-wishes, that they become concrete and more importantly benefitting mankind. It is not mid-life crisis but it is crisis indeed, more intense than anybody can imagine. I feel the world spinning ever so slowly and simultaneously, time warps at maximum speed.

Live for a mission

I can no longer count the days when the last time I penned something. It seems that an eternity has passed and all the lost moments have become irretrievable, forever lost in the twilight zone or some other dead part of the universe. Many things have passed. Many people have been touched in one way or another by the past events that have raced violently across time, hopping and swirling in a dance of agony and amazement. The important thing is that I am alive and I seem to still have the passion for life. There are many options ahead and I find it hard to pick which one to take up. Many of them are good and worth pursuing. Another important thing is that whatever I do, I should be doing it to somehow better mankind. Without this, I will just be doing something selfish that profits nobody. In the end it will not even profit me. We are all put in this world for a mission and we come with different flavours of this sense of mission. Once you have lost the sense of mission, you are lost - full stop. There is no longer any purpose for you on earth. Maybe time to die. Once you have this sense of mission still, it has to be not for you but for the others around you. You can hang on to your selfish drives for a while, feeding them relentlessly while they give you some high in accomplishment. But not for long. Soon you will hang by the same selfish drives and they will send your mind spinning insane or your body crippled and your spirit wasted and insensate. Live for a mission to better the world, to better the people around you, to love. Love is in a sense forgetting yourself and lifting up others, sacrificing, giving instead of receiving. When all is gone, love remains.