It’s difficult to categorize important from junk. When I woke up this morning, I already have a plan on what to do this day, I am going to clean up the room and discard everything that I will no longer need. After bringing home my things from the office, the room was a mess. Papers here and there, notebooks, books and all sorts of things, like letters from students, small mementos, past drawings and to cut it short, junks that will make me remember. I believe that I am not a sentimental kinda’ guy, but upon seeing all of these, I realized, I think I am indeed sentimental! (in the first place, why have I not threw them away?) or maybe, I am just concerned because they exerted effort to make these things to give me, so I might as well return the favor by keeping it. Anyway, sentimentality only brings trash. As heartless as it may sound, I can’t afford to keep them anymore as the house is getting crowded and it’s getting filled with trash. So, I need to segregate and c...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.