Unpredictable Weather

By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

We are having unceasing rain nowadays. How will our laundry be dry? It is supposed to be January but it feels like December. The climate had changed drastically, it is now very difficult to predict the seasons. It makes me ponder, that Mother Earth is protecting itself, a scary thought really because when she does, the living creatures will surely succumb to her power.

Many say, we will plant more trees to protect Mother Earth; but that is not true, the Earth has its own inner shield. We should plant trees, manage our waste disposal and be responsible people; why? - for us to survive in this only world we have... the Earth.

Mother Earth had been here for trillions of years; but many living creatures had vanished. I just hope and pray we will not be part of the extinct, just because we are arrogant enough to think we are the untouchables.

The Ringing of Time

By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

A buzzing irritating my ears, made me tense, shackling the very essence thru my bones; but I always mentally got hold of an anvil to smash it, to silence it for the time being.

What is it about time? Why does it feel like being measured up to something colossal.  Aren’t we supposed to enjoy life as it unfurls in front of us? Do we have to achieve more as we aged? Are successes and achievements be based according to the worldly materials we had acquired or will be possessing?  

There are inner wanting, deepest desires, we always craved, but do not have the time to pursue. These are the most basic in our hearts, if only we heed to this calling, happiness could be achieved.

I had seen many people abundant with worldly possessions, but with empty reflection in their eyes. The sparkle in it was lost long ago; it bleeds me to death to be a witness to a trapped soul. I wanted to exhume their hurt, but years of immersion in the midst of lonesome made ones’ soul stagnant and got lost.

Whenever I felt measuring myself or whatever achievements I did, I will visualize myself holding the hands of time and dismantling it to pieces. That way, I suspend time, and I am more free as I can be.

In the world where time is non-existence, the soul is at peace. The happiness within return to its’ normal vibrancy.

In-Love with Love

By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

We may never accept the fact, but yes, we are in-love with Love.

The world is created out of love, the very essence rooted in it. That is the reason our inner-self have this strong feeling of getting the loving sensation we could get. There’s a positive manifestation when love is palpable. Our whole being seems to brighten and at glow; the world becomes easier to live by.

A smile, a touch, kind words and attention could change the universe of a person. Love is all around us, it depends on us to recognize its forms. It manifest by itself if you are able to feel its sincerity, truthfulness and warmth.

If in doubt, just close your eyes, allows the heart to recognize the real love’s existence. The eyes could be deceived; but the heart never will.

Acceptance of One's Self

by: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

A person is beautiful in the eyes of the Creator.

No human being has the right to judge what the other person is, because if you do, you are insulting the Creator who loves everything He had created. If ever people will treat you badly, just think they are doing it to Him, and He will come to your rescue, then those people will be whip according to their arrogance.

Every person is unique in many ways, we are created as such. We exist for a certain purpose, and we are here a create a balance to what is align for us to be.

A person is a gift; therefore we should treat each other kindly.

Dear Love,

by: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

My heart longs your presence
But you are elusive
Waited patiently for you to realized my importance
Yet, you wanders around

So tired of waiting
Maybe it is time to let you go
I will bleed for sure
But knowing that I loved, makes me at peace

Goodbye to you
Somehow, I might see you again in another vessel
I always could feel you around
Transfer again to another form, till we meet again...

The Trappings of Life

By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

In this modern life of ours, there are lots of traps just around the corner.

Life is much simpler if we just be contented of what we have. But how come, we just cannot be happy with it. As always, these desires within to acquire the things which we do not have, always haunt us.  The system too, is encouraging us to buy those things we really do not need. Why it always works, because these people are aware of the greed in each human heart. The need to be accepted among our friends and colleagues, and thinking that owning material things, allows us to be more likeable among the people surrounding us.

This need to have things for ourselves to be identified as someone successful among people is very strong, which allowed businessmen and women to get rich beyond their wildest dreams. People will tend to leave their family behind, in order to work in foreign lands, to be able to buy those expensive things, which in reality, they really do not need. By so doing, they are alienated to the most important in their lives, their family. As the family experiences these changes in their lives, they want to have more. And that means; the bread winner has to work harder and be away more from them. The result, as most is happening today, most families are deserted in emotional support, and their love will be empty and as years passes by, inevitably take place, separation. Could be due to third parties, or their health will depreciate due to loneliness or fatigue.

Is it really tempting to be so rich and famous, or maybe to be powerful? I guess it is. Many had been victims to these trappings. If only, people will see the importance of togetherness and family; life could have been easier and simpler. Simplicity is a gift, which few only realized.

We do not need these imported things which the market always flashes everywhere we go. Long time ago, we were better than today. Happier and freer in our lives. People nowadays are working like a cow, for what? For them to maintain the high life style they had made for themselves. Is it important? In actuality it is not. But I cannot blame those who are caught in these traps; it had been well thought of the people who will gain much from feeding the greed in every one’s heart.

I would like to cite a particular example, which I was able to get it from reading the book of Paulo Coelho entitled, “The Winner Stands Alone”.  He mentioned in there, about Diamonds. The market trend is that, “Diamond is forever.” The adage tells us, if you want something to last forever, a diamond is a symbolism for that. This will be the most sought after gifts women would want from their rich suitors or to their husbands’. Regardless if they really meant the true love they profess. But if you think how those diamonds were acquired, pretty sure, you would never let those rocks to your body. It is a symbol of death and deception. Before those rocks reached to the jewelry stores, these passed from hands-to-hands of unscrupulous people. There were deaths along the way, before it reaches to the stores where it glitters and entice us to purchase, a stone which causes lots of blood to shed, but which the market label as Forever.

If now that you knew how these rocks are acquired, would you still wanting to buy those for your love ones?

My Views about Writing

By:  Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

 The moment I started writing anything, it made me feel I ceased to be a female gender. It is just my soul communicating in the writing medium, I prefer much. And for me, the soul is of no gender at all. It doesn’t have a form of whatsoever.

Writing had given me the world, wherein I could exist freely; where I could go where I want to be. In there, I could be anything I wanted to be. Be able to experience things, which in the real world, I am in a limited options to do such things.

Freedom could be truly acquired thru the written word, in the world where writers souls’ dances to the beat of its innate music. Writing allows us to navigate our inner world, to know more about ourselves and be in tune of our real essence, our core.

I had been writing ever since I could remember. Oh yes, during my elementary years. I record as much as I could about my life, experiences, sadness, happiness, even questions I myself could not answer. I write as much as I could, it is thru this form I could muster my soul to speak without limitations.

When I was a youngsters’ I had so many queries about life and my surroundings. But lo and behold, as of this moment, I still have many of that still. I never outgrew my curiosity of things around me. Therefore, I decided I will just encourage myself to be questioning things instead, because it will only be a futile effort to pretend I am not aware of my surroundings.

Often times, I am just quiet about what is going on around me, but in my head, there were lots of conversations really. I am trying to decipher what the person was trying to say, rather than take their words literally. I do not know, somehow, I just feel there are people who just talks without regards of what they are saying or they really do not mean what they are talking about. It is this kind of people wherein I chose to interpret how their body, facial expressions and voice tone are telling me. When I am in this mode, the person I am trying to read thinks I am being unfeeling of what they are saying. What they don’t know, is that I am only reacting to what they are truly saying to me.

I do believe a person that loves truly, will never ask anything in return. One thing about love, it is a pure form, can give it but cannot ask it back; it has to be freely given by the person.

“You will reap what you sow,” the adage is a true manifestation about love.

So, why did I incorporate writing and love in this article? In my life, there are people who forced me to love them, even though, in their lives, they had always set me aside for their ambitions and career. I had waited long, because I was naive then that everything will finish just as she had promised. But it never did, I was tired of waiting. All throughout my growing years, I had to endure it understanding things on my own, questions about being a teenager; it was then that I rely so much on the books getting answers to my questions.

My diary too, had been my constant companion, it had become my closest friend, and it was the thing I knew will be with me forever. It had been my solace of times I am alone. It was the part of my life wherein I could speak my heart truthfully without filter.

Writing had been the coarse my soul is able to survive, to flourish at its’ best. In a way, those who tried to tell me to do the things I really wanted in my writings, in how I expressed my point of view, think again. Where were you when I needed someone to talk to? Where were you when I approached and asked you to be with me when I wanted to watch a movie? When I had questions about my existence? Now that I have found the very thing which made me happy, suddenly the very people who never really talk to me suddenly wanted my attention and time.

Which a question formulates in my mind; did you give me a time when I needed it before? Did you really care and love me as you had been saying now? Or are you just saying it now, because in the very core of you, the selfishness in your heart are knocking as you always had been, when it comes to my concern.

I will know if the people around me love me so, there is no point in pretending, because it will be futile as it is.