I looked at the date and realized. . . it’s been 13 years since that fateful day. My life had quite literally spun upside down, turned inside out. It has also been 7 years and 1 day since my life once more spun upside down, and turned inside out . . .
I realize . . . it doesn’t matter anymore :) I’m free.
Yes Pol, for the likes of us, we can still be free - be it after 4, 6, 40, or 60 years.
November 26th, 2006 at 11:45 pm
if you don’t mind my asking, who is Pol?
December 6th, 2006 at 8:28 pm
ako ang bestfriend ni ging, noel.
hehe…
well ging, i do agree that we can still be free no matter how old our DNAs become.
it’s just that we choose to share that freedom with someone or something.
settling down doesn’t mean giving it up..
i believe we aren’t born to actually be given the purpose of finding someone or something to complete us. would God actually allow us to be made lacking? i don’t think so.
but we are made to choose not to share our being incomplete (because there isn’t that state) but our uniqueness. so anytime we feel that our freedom is being slowly choked, we can always choose to run for the door. to reclaim that before we rot inside of insanity.
thus, the reason why suicide is such sweet escape for some. it’s the only way they see possible to reclaim their freedom from whatever.
personally, i’d rather lash out, drink, get wasted and walk out that door.
December 7th, 2006 at 9:35 pm
I like that freedom you talk about Pol. The entry though was talking about that kind of freedom you were wishing for before, during our 3am why-the-f@ck-did-she-have-to-f@ck-me-over phone rants
Noel, Pol also happens to be a highschool batchmate. I think he and Franny were in the same homeroom for at least one year.