In all my life I have met only one person who claims to have seen a miracle. And the interesting thing about the story is that the person disbelieved in the happenings of the impossible before he saw the miracle and still disbelieves after seeing it. He says that what he saw was an illusion, a term of casual circumstance. And obviously, he may be right.
Seeing is not believing.
For this reason, the question whether miracles occur can never be simply answered, for such a thing as this topic is complex and subjective. Every event which might claim to be a miracle is, in the last resort, something presented to our senses, something seen, heard, touched, smelled or tasted. And our senses are NOT infallible. If anything extraordinary seems to have happened, we can always say that we have been the victims of this certain course of circumstance or luck; a simple toss of the dice, a flip of a coin; inconsequential.
Some say that reason divides us from every other animal, I disagree, for it is not intellectual genius that separates us, but that we hope.
Don't sell your hopes. Don't sell your dreams. Don't sell your soul. Or you won't have character. You won't have reason to live. Your life will be meaningless because you sold yourself short. Hold on to those silly dreams no matter how silly. Try to achieve them and then some.
Those who assume that miracles cannot happen are merely wasting their time
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RJ stood on the front porch of the Mendoza residence for the third time. It's been three days since his love confession, and every day he's been knocking on the front doors hoping to reason with Maine.
RJ already informed the girl that he knew about her sickness, and that it wouldn't stop him from loving her. Maine, being the selfless person that she was, rejected him coldly.
It seemed like this endless reasoning was getting nowhere, but he wouldn't stop trying, he wouldn't stop loving, he wouldn't stop hoping.
The front door creaked open, his heart skipping a beat.
"RJ?" Mr.Mendoza asked as he popped his head out of the crevice
"Andyan po ba si Maine?" He asked with a light smile
"Andito sya, pero ayaw ka nyang makita" he bitterly croaked, his features grim "Look, I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand. It would have been simpler if-"
"Hindi po, wag niyo pong sabihin yan... I wouldn't have it any other way if I were to choose" RJ immediately blurted before placing his palm on the edge of the front wall and leaned on it, his expression austere "Now, do you mind letting her know I'm here, please?"
Mr.Mendoza nodded feverishly with a candid grin before turning his head inside the house "Honey, RJ's here.... He wants to talk to you"
They waited for quite a few minutes before Maine's father heaved a sigh and shifted his gaze back to the solemn looking boy "I'm sorry"
"Okay lang po" RJ reassured "Could you just tell her... tell her that I'm NOT going anywhere, DO YOU HEAR THAT? I SAID I'M STAYING...WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" He yelled across the inside of the house, hoping that Maine would hear.
Silence. "Alright, I'll try" Mr.Mendoza nodded weakly before closing the door shut.
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Class ended for the day as RJ began packing his books inside his back pack. Jerald was busily chewing on a granola bar as he waited for his cousin to get ready.
RJ zipped the bag closed and placed it on his shoulder. Turning around to his cousin, he gave an apologetic smile and started "I can't hang out with you today"
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Everything is different (Aldub fanfic)
Romance"You'll get over it..." It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it because 'it" is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How c...
