Hmmm…Ok, someone asked me to write an entry with this title before. I’m not so sure though if it was ‘meant to last’ or ‘made to last’. Sorry hehe…

Anyway, for me to come up with an entry with such title, I had to wait for the right moment which included thoughts or experiences that made the title meaningful and coherent. So here it is.

Well it’s a fact, everything is so temporary. So fast and fleeting, from the breaths we take to Time itself. The moments we futilely try to hold on to, the people we try so hard to keep, thoughts that keep racing through our heads, emotions that are just so volatile. 

Maybe, I’m in the best position now to talk about impermanence. The kind of impermanence that involves the uncertainty of what I’ll be doing hours from now, days from now, months, and even years from now. Everything is just hanging so precariously. Like in Limbo.

Perhaps it just comes with an age. Yep, . And as the 2011 draws closer and closer, I try so desperately to hold on to the remaining years of my life and make some sort of sense out of it because I’m off to the “real world” they said life begins at # _0! . And the unpredictability of Tomorrow drives me crazy! Reflecting on the how Time can be so hypersonic and how change is so inevitable, I realized that we’re powerless to change certain situations and cirsumstances but we CAN do something within the context of time, the attempt to encapsulate, to capture moments and make them real, to make them count and not allowing them to become some hazy blur of color, perhaps artistically beautiful yet remain undefined and muted nonetheless. We try to hold on, I try to hold on. Like in my prayer, “Teach me to let go of both what I have and don’t need…that with an open palms receive Your blessings”…there is bound to be something or someone who’ll make you see the moments that are spectacular and alive and not as something transitory and vanishing. Instances that’ll teach us that letting go is not a sign of helplessness or inability but a mark of courage and our capacity to hope and have faith.

“Change is a choice” goes this month’s Metro magazine editorial. I couldn’t help but nod and grin upon reading that line. To an extent, we still have the capacity to choose what we change unwilling to let the uncertainty of the Future get to us. 

Maybe tomorrow…

I’ll bag the best business ever

Maybe tomorrow…

I’ll discover a hidden talent of mine

Maybe tomorrow…

I’ll be on top of the cloud again…..

…because I choose to see what the maybe-tomorrows may bring over the bland impossibility of despair.

I choose to act lest hope becomes half-hearted possibility.