People never stop loving. You see people everywhere falling in love. It seems to be alone nowadays is suspect.
I have friends happy with their loves and friends too who just broke off, finding new loves, as well as friends who have no partners. Man’s heart (and a woman’s too) must be very busy these days. It must be the earth’s most frenzied activity this time of year. Or maybe, in just this part of earth, in this time of year. The summer heat may have something to do with it.
It mustn’t be unusual. Since who knows when, people have been falling in and out of love, desperately wooing, madly loving, painfully nursing hurts and I guess that will always be the case.
People recklessly love all the time. And it’s fun, don’t you think?
I mean, you can’t be serious. You have to learn to laugh at yourself, be ready not to take yourself too seriously at these things. Otherwise you’d find yourself hanging to dear life, or losing it, not waiting for the Grim Reaper to call it quits for you.
I’m no cynic. I simply think, before one enters into a relationship, one must ask one’s self first this: Am I happy alone? I’m afraid if you’re not, then you may have a hard time being happy with someone. But if you say yes, but would be happier with someone, then you’re on the right track.
Well, I’m not very good at these things either. So I hate sounding like Mr. Know-it-All but I guess I’m old enough to know these things. So there you go. I got an excuse for getting a year older next month.
But seriously, Loving is giving first, wanting your due, second. But one can’t give what one has, only what one is.
Just listen to the lyrics of this bonus track, Gugmang Giatay, from the Cebuano band, The Ambassador:
kung ikaw masayod / paminawon mo…/ kay kon pananglit / yam-iran mo / mga panumpa og / pasalig ko / og kon ugaling kalit / kang mobiya / di’ ko kapugngan / motu ang mga luha /
kay ikaw akong himaya / handumon ko matag karon / og unya / ikaw akong langit og yuta /
akong pinangga…ha…oh la… /
unya mihabol ang kangitngit / nga dinuyugan sa ulan / og sa kalit lang nahanaw /
ang bidlisiw sa adlaw, / oh…kahayag sa imong panagway / nga naulipon sa gugmang giatay /
inday paminawa kabos kong gugma / nga kanimo akong igasa / dili ko man mahatag ang tanang bahandi / ning kalibotan, apan inday / dungga intawon king’ naalaot / nga naulipon sa gugmang giatay, ohh… /
I would like to think every man seeks his missing rib, and every woman looks for the man from whom she sprung.
For a while, they may live in paradise of love and trust until one betrays the other and get thrown out of love’s garden of affirmation, appreciation and into the east of Eden’s dejection, loneliness.
Well, as my friend George (who sings "Gugmang giatay’ with gusto, abandon even with a Tagalog accent) said, quoting from a favorite poem, "only he who risks is free." He couldn’t be more right.
I have friends happy with their loves and friends too who just broke off, finding new loves, as well as friends who have no partners. Man’s heart (and a woman’s too) must be very busy these days. It must be the earth’s most frenzied activity this time of year. Or maybe, in just this part of earth, in this time of year. The summer heat may have something to do with it.
It mustn’t be unusual. Since who knows when, people have been falling in and out of love, desperately wooing, madly loving, painfully nursing hurts and I guess that will always be the case.
People recklessly love all the time. And it’s fun, don’t you think?
I mean, you can’t be serious. You have to learn to laugh at yourself, be ready not to take yourself too seriously at these things. Otherwise you’d find yourself hanging to dear life, or losing it, not waiting for the Grim Reaper to call it quits for you.
I’m no cynic. I simply think, before one enters into a relationship, one must ask one’s self first this: Am I happy alone? I’m afraid if you’re not, then you may have a hard time being happy with someone. But if you say yes, but would be happier with someone, then you’re on the right track.
Well, I’m not very good at these things either. So I hate sounding like Mr. Know-it-All but I guess I’m old enough to know these things. So there you go. I got an excuse for getting a year older next month.
But seriously, Loving is giving first, wanting your due, second. But one can’t give what one has, only what one is.
Just listen to the lyrics of this bonus track, Gugmang Giatay, from the Cebuano band, The Ambassador:
kung ikaw masayod / paminawon mo…/ kay kon pananglit / yam-iran mo / mga panumpa og / pasalig ko / og kon ugaling kalit / kang mobiya / di’ ko kapugngan / motu ang mga luha /
kay ikaw akong himaya / handumon ko matag karon / og unya / ikaw akong langit og yuta /
akong pinangga…ha…oh la… /
unya mihabol ang kangitngit / nga dinuyugan sa ulan / og sa kalit lang nahanaw /
ang bidlisiw sa adlaw, / oh…kahayag sa imong panagway / nga naulipon sa gugmang giatay /
inday paminawa kabos kong gugma / nga kanimo akong igasa / dili ko man mahatag ang tanang bahandi / ning kalibotan, apan inday / dungga intawon king’ naalaot / nga naulipon sa gugmang giatay, ohh… /
I would like to think every man seeks his missing rib, and every woman looks for the man from whom she sprung.
For a while, they may live in paradise of love and trust until one betrays the other and get thrown out of love’s garden of affirmation, appreciation and into the east of Eden’s dejection, loneliness.
Well, as my friend George (who sings "Gugmang giatay’ with gusto, abandon even with a Tagalog accent) said, quoting from a favorite poem, "only he who risks is free." He couldn’t be more right.
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