untitled and unedited - answer of ely

by ely
January 21, 2004

to gabs, my friend,

initially i thought this is just another cute forwarded email that would make me smile or even laugh. i guessed wrong. this is no cutsy-nutsy message but rather, a contemplative letter from a person who has been able to see life through the eyes of a child.

you made me re-think as to why i don't have any clear memory of my activities and actions from 6 years old and below. snapshots from pictures rekindle some memories but generally i see nothing else.

maybe it's because of our souls. have you ever wondered why you act the way you do? you have a young and eager soul, good for you. i seem to have a young but jaded soul, unfortunately. that's why i really appreciate knowing you, and people like you, because you are able to show me some ways in life which are actually possible but which my mind does not explore because of the nature of my soul. you are able to enlighten the spirits of people around you, and in so doing, make them feel better about themselves and their society.

in your letter, there seems to be a little resentment, subconsciously. you wrote that until that moment you wrote the piece below, you never really realized that you act, feel and see things in the perspective of children. fear not, attempt not to change. though it is inevitable, changing that which other people love about you is like going down from under. good that at the end, you pulled the piece together and gave a wonderful epilogue.

i may not be able to see through a child's eyes, i may not be able to, most of the time act like one, i may only be able to emphatize and sympathize, but what the heck, i have a friend who can do all these much better and much more. like a mother to a child, a brother to a sibling, i believe you would show and tell me how it is there, in you world.

am giving a toast to you for admitting that you are at the stage where you're asking what your purpose in life is. i too am, like most other yuppies (young utban poor). i often have illusions of grandeur that maybe, just maybe, God has bigger and grander plans for me...that i may be able to influence and shape other people's lives in a positive way. but here we are. realitywise, we're back to our old self, in our old dorm, living our old lives. sounds jaded huh.

often, when life digs some shit and throws it on me, i cuss. when it does it again, i cuss harder. why? because i fight back. life is what we make it, let's make it beautiful then.
we'll make beautiful songs friend. we might not rock the world, malay mo, we might lull it to sleep instead.hehe

pahabol: your piece is very informative, contemplative, poetic...