Teks

     In the past two years, I've experienced two extraordinary dreams. When I wake up on this specific day, I recall the enchanting events of the previous night — it feels like nothing short of a fantasy. Last year, on this very day, I was fortunate to witness a clash between football giants. This year, waking up on the same day, I found myself in a dream where hearts were as close as shoulder-length. Perhaps from now on, I'll believe that by this time next year, another dream will unfold under the first light of December 18th.          All football fans will remember this day as the date Messi entered football heaven. But, it took work for the Argentinians to achieve this dream. After leading with two goals to their advantage, Mbappe shocked the beautiful game with a defying performance, scoring two near the match's dying moments. In post-regulation, we all had a breath when Messi almost clinched the title with a fantastic team goal but, as the s...

I dreamt of Jesus, the Blessed Sacrament. Last night, my eyes saw the Host and I had to protect Him. He was desecrated, nullified by His own. As a KoA, I merely do what i am told as i wanted to serve Jesus. But now, Jesus showed Himself and how He is offended. In the dream, I was quite hostile in delivering to mass-goers how they need to consume the Host at once. I have not yet felt this way joining the KoA since I had already charged a woman who was trying to take to her seat the precious Body of our Lord. He is already beat up and offended, should we let Him feel more of this?

Why do I think that my greatest joy isn't for what it is, but of what it could've been in the presence of a her. I wish to enter the priesthood forsaking all chances of having a one and only despite all the grievances. These grievances that I have, towards myself and my lack of preparation and discernment, lead me to doubt whether I can trust the gifts that the Lord has given me to provide me contentment in this life with the hope that by serving Him well, I will be content for all eternity. By His saving grace, can this world be the one where I forsake all this for the girl that will satisfy my heart's desire, a half to be filled? Or the other desire, as it always was meant to be, which is to leave it empty and receive the crown of heroic life sacrificed for all else. A classmate keeps on asking, am I really entering the priesthood? A tita keeps on asking, what will you be when you grow up? a friend asks, when will u enter? I have no clue even of the faintest of God's ...

I have always loved football from the day I first trapped one. Trapping the ball made me feel like a conqueror. Stepping on it with your fists on your waist, like a hero when he is afoot on a troll's fell head. Football for me was always this part of my life where I felt that I need to dominate. This need for control seeped to all other aspects that I hold with seriousness. Academics and co-curricular activities are the theaters where I also wanted my voice the loudest, my presence under the spotlight. But, growing older, seeing and tasting things, feelings rather strange and obscure from my childhood made me realize that I haven't done things right with. Football, I am sorry. I should have treated you as my art, playing you with the feel of a painter, the eye of a sculptor, the ear of a violinist, the baton of a conductor. I should have studied with the goal of learning, asking questions and asking even more. I shouldn't have memorized and took notes than having lis...

Someone said hello to me once in a tone that no has played before. It started with a root 'he' and a sharp 'llo'. Everyday, I repeat this sweet greeting with the same sweet voice, hoping that I would have my own rendition of the 'hello' I heard that day. He was an old man, the one who said it to me. He was a friend, though just in face. Yet, I see in him a friend who has been one all his life. I aspire to be that one friend to my friends. That one with a sweet hello and a sweet face they see everyday.