“I never thought angels, at times, could be
demonic too… feeling depressed and still with this endeavor to get blessed…
kaya pala bumigat pakiramdam ko kanina, just discovered something that made my
heart cry… filling a pail of tears… literal… kakahagulgol lang sa dorm because
of an infamous discovery… I hated that I accidentally eavesdropped… sana
mabawasan ito bukas pag in-ope k… don’t be shock tomorrow if you can’t here my
laughs”
.ACE”
This was the message I had exactly composed
and sent to all of my trusted peers as a surprising revelation keep on playing
in my ear.
It was an ordinary Monday but I never thought
that one is another turning point for me.
I entered my dormitory’s bathroom and from
nowhere, I heard voices talking and they are tackling all about me. It’s a
resounding me.
I had never imagined that those angelic
people will talk like they know me better than I do. They judged me according
to what they perceive to be true. They judged me wrongly.
I can’t move in the place where I am. But a certain
urge inside of me pushed the door that made them to see me just eavesdropping
the things I must not hear.
They felt uncomfortable looking straight to
my eyes, so do I. inside my room. I felt numb. My hand searched for a bible to
seek God what to do next.
As I turn the pages, revelations coming out
simultaneously, God pierced me hard with his heart-warming words. I cry a lot
because of anger, wrath but above all, I sob because there is a God who had
comforted me in the middle of my tribulation.
I sent the message above so as to release all
my hatred and to ease the burden that was continuously pounding me. I want
someone to talk to. I want someone to be with. I want to go out in that place.
Finding one, Alex, I paced out of the
boarding house and proceeded to hers. I’m fortunate and blessed having someone
to lean on in this weakening event.
It’s true, not all things that will happen in
my life will be good, not all person I trust is that trustworthy, not at all
times I will laugh, there will always be a time to cry and sob.
After all, it’s good that I had eavesdropped.
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