grow old..and alone...

I just had a pact with myself.

I have to be successful, really successful in something really noble, so that if ever I grow old and alone, I have an excuse to whom ever will ask me why I am old and alone.

I'll say that I'm married to my profession.

Here are some ideas I have in mind:

1. I want to be a Philippine Ambassador to any country where there are many Filipina nannies jumping off from high-rises.

2. I want to own a bookstore where I can sell my novels.

3. I want to be a part of a non-governmental organization that assist gay people with anything they need assisting.

4. I want to be the first gay journalist to cover any war U.S. would initiate.

5. I want to be an Editor-in-Chief of any major publication.

6. I want to be a lawyer. ( At 22, it is never late yet to take the course.)

7. I want to own a bookstore where I can sell my novels,and at the bookstore, I want to have a small, cosy cafe where intellectuals can discuss/debate the book I just wrote.

These are just some of the ideas I have.

**But, thinking of these thoughts made me rethink. Maybe, it is better that after a very long day, I'll have someone asking me: So, how's your day, baby?

just because

Have you ever felt happy, but won't find the details on how to explain it?
Or, have you felt a smile sleepily creeping your lips upon waking up?
How about suddenly losing your thoughts because something really good has been crossing your mind?

But, then again, words fail to match every color of emotion you are having inside.
Everything just feels oh so good!
And you feel like shouting at the top of your lungs that you are, indeed happy!

Someone would surely notice the smiles, the dreamy eyes, the light tiptoe you have every time you walk.
Someone would eventually know that you are, finally happy.
That someone might ask you..why are you happy?

You suddenly became aware, that again, words will just fail.
And then you say with a smile.. "just because..."

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