I am writing this blog as they do in the olden days, with only the light from the flickering candle. Now I know how hard life has been for the people in ‘ye old days. My mom was even retelling stories from when she was a child; how she studied with only a gas lamp as a light source, how they cooked their every meal using firewood, how early their bedtime was, etc, etc. I cannot imagine myself in such state. Though, yes, I spend most of my time in darkness because I always turn off the light in my room but I realized how dependent I was on electricity. I spend 90% of my time in front of the laptop and on the internet, and the other 10% was spent texting, eating, watching TV, sleeping, bathing – all of which requires the service of our power company.
It was a frightening night last night as strong winds blew and massive rain drops fell. The power lines went out and darkness fell everywhere. I opened the window and saw branches of trees being carried away by the wind. People were running in different directions, hoping to find a shelter in the middle of a storm. I continued to watch the events outside my window while waiting for the electricity to be back on. I waited and waited and waited, but darkness still covered our land. I decided it was time for me to go to bed since I had nothing else to do.
My mind wandered, as it always does. I had thought of everything that transpired that day. It was the day that I finally gave in to what I was suppressing for quite some time now. I had nowhere to run. I can’t make any more excuses. THIS. IS. IT. It was weird, really. I found myself smiling and having that !@#$%^&*(&^%$#@ feeling again, as I recalled what made me have that realization earlier. It was like I was having one of those “self-awareness” thingies. It was a very, very, very weird feeling. But hey, I always said I liked weird. :)
So here I am, still praying and hoping for the electricity to be back on while writing with a pen and a piece of paper. But my mind is elsewhere, as it always is.



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