KISMET

KISMET

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[on-going] Minsan sa buhay, may mga bagay talagang nangyayari sa hindi natin inaasahang pagkakataon. There's this saying that I think a lot of people hold unto at isa na ako ro'n. 'Everything happens for a reason.' Lahat daw ng bagay na nangyayari sa atin ay may dahilan. Gaya na lang kung bakit mababa ang score ko sa exam kahit na nagbabasa naman ako ng mga notes ko? At kung bakit madalas ay hirap akong makatulog sa gabi? I used to question myself about those things before. At sa paglipas ng panahon ay naiintindihan ko na ang mga dahilan nito. Kung bakit mababa ang scores ko sa exam? Dahil binabasa ko lang naman ang mga notes pero hindi ko talaga ito iniintindi. At kung bakit hindi agad ako dinadalaw ng antok sa gabi ay dahil nakababad lang ako sa panonood ng tv. Pero ang hindi ko maintindihan ay kung bakit may mga pagkakataon na hindi ko mahanap ang sagot sa mga tanong at ang dahilan kung bakit ito nangyayari. Tulad na lamang kung paano ko makitang manlumo si Kuya Franco nang makatanggap siya ng tawag mula sa Hospital. Kung bakit sa isang iglap ay nakasakay na kami sa bus papunta sa bahay ni Auntie Susan sa probinsya para doon na tumira. At kung bakit sa dinami-rami ng masasamang tao sa mundo, bakit ang Papa ko pa ang kailangang mawala? Marami akong mga tanong na hindi ko mahanapan ng kasagutan. Mga bagay na hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin maintindihan. Years had passed but I felt that I'm still trapped in this cycle of life, burying what I once believed. Sabi nila lahat daw ng bagay ay may dahilan, pero bakit kahit anong gawin ko ay hindi ko mahanap ang dahilan kung bakit lahat ng ito ay nangyayari. Pakiramdam ko ay napakasama sa akin ng mundo para iparanas sa akin ito. I was at the berge of giving up, but then, unexpectedly, you came- in the most unexpected way. Once again, you made me think about wether should I believe in everything happens for a reason, and we find reasons for everything that happens. Date Started: 01/05/24 Date Ended :
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