ojos
she has quick and sharp eyes. quick to notice the slightest change in her environment. the first one to see an airplane up in the sky. then points it to a child, to a somebody or to herself smiling thinking of it as a sign of her own flight or plight answered solemnly by the heavens. it would not be far off to say that she can also see through the back of her head. sometimes, she thinks that she may have super hero qualities (she is wrong most of the time.)
she is obsess with numbers even the plate number of a lowly jeepney would not escape her darted eyes LWC 981. that would be 18 then 7. a good number. again, a good sign. then adds some more hoping it will all add up to 10 or 11 (with a slight manipulation). she would feel paralyzed, dreaded with fear if all the numbers she hoped for would elude her in her obsessive affair with a mathematical operation (it is addition mostly because she is very poor when it comes to numbers). she would think of it as the wrath of the gods, an indication that her prayers may not be answered. she is twisted that way. i do not know why she developed this habit. maybe, she is just so hungry for answers. impatient for one that she forgets the fact that it is all inside of her to begin with.
her inspiration to write comes randomly. once she starts, she can't stop. she writes wherever she may be. standing, sitting, lying, commuting. once the creative apparition hits her, she would frantically search the inside of her bag for a pen and an atm receipt ("next time", she thought, "i ought to carry a small notebook.") so as not to lose the subject that came out of nowhere thinking that this idea could be greater and bigger than her. but, what is it to be great? is it for mere validation and accolades? that is what she was aiming for prior to chancing upon these lines:
she is obsess with numbers even the plate number of a lowly jeepney would not escape her darted eyes LWC 981. that would be 18 then 7. a good number. again, a good sign. then adds some more hoping it will all add up to 10 or 11 (with a slight manipulation). she would feel paralyzed, dreaded with fear if all the numbers she hoped for would elude her in her obsessive affair with a mathematical operation (it is addition mostly because she is very poor when it comes to numbers). she would think of it as the wrath of the gods, an indication that her prayers may not be answered. she is twisted that way. i do not know why she developed this habit. maybe, she is just so hungry for answers. impatient for one that she forgets the fact that it is all inside of her to begin with.
her inspiration to write comes randomly. once she starts, she can't stop. she writes wherever she may be. standing, sitting, lying, commuting. once the creative apparition hits her, she would frantically search the inside of her bag for a pen and an atm receipt ("next time", she thought, "i ought to carry a small notebook.") so as not to lose the subject that came out of nowhere thinking that this idea could be greater and bigger than her. but, what is it to be great? is it for mere validation and accolades? that is what she was aiming for prior to chancing upon these lines:
A person’s pursuit of goodness leads to greatness, but the pursuit of greatness leads to ruin. Pursue goodness and you will achieve great things. -- John E. Kramer
