Birthday ko, binati ako ni mama pero inignore ko. Kinabukasan, na-realize ko nga na birthday ko kahapon at gulat na gulat ako bakit hindi ko man lang naalala; kahit pa binati na ako ni mama. Buti na lang may tatlong cakes sa ref. Pero iba may ari nun tsaka messed up na yung icing. Pero pinagtyagaan ko para lang habulin yung celebration ng birthday ko.
Nagising ako from this dream at sandaling napamuni-muni. Nalimutan ko ang birthday ko?! Buti may tatlong cakes sa ref?! Teka, hindi sa akin yung cake at leftover sya sa naunang celebration...
I reflected on it. And it felt like it is an allegory of how I am feeling sometimes: that I am not special (I am not even special to my own eyes, kaya siguro sa dream, nalimutan ko ang sarili kong birthday); that I settle to other people's leftover not thinking that I can actually have my own, new and fresh.
Na-realize ko, one cake that is baked FOR ME is way way better than three cakes that are left-over and that aren't for me.
Bakit ba ako nag-se-settle na lang? AH. Naisip ko agad, hindi ko kasi makita kung ano talaga yung para sa akin. Nakakaiyak.
Nagising ako from this dream at sandaling napamuni-muni. Nalimutan ko ang birthday ko?! Buti may tatlong cakes sa ref?! Teka, hindi sa akin yung cake at leftover sya sa naunang celebration...
I reflected on it. And it felt like it is an allegory of how I am feeling sometimes: that I am not special (I am not even special to my own eyes, kaya siguro sa dream, nalimutan ko ang sarili kong birthday); that I settle to other people's leftover not thinking that I can actually have my own, new and fresh.
Na-realize ko, one cake that is baked FOR ME is way way better than three cakes that are left-over and that aren't for me.
Bakit ba ako nag-se-settle na lang? AH. Naisip ko agad, hindi ko kasi makita kung ano talaga yung para sa akin. Nakakaiyak.
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