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Love's Possibility and Promise

Written by Patrick N.

For the Saint

by Regine Velasquez

Bakit ba may lungkot sa 'yong mga mata (Why is there sadness in your eyes?)
Ako kaya'y di nais makapiling sinta (Don't you want to be with me?)
Di mapapansin ako sayo'y may pagtingin (Don't you notice how I have eyes only for you)
Sana ang tinig ko'y iyong dinggin (Please listen to me)

Ako ngayo'y di mapalagay (I am perturbed)
Pagkat ang puso ko'y nalulumbay (Because my heart is lonely)
Sana ay pagkaingatan mo ito (Please take care of it)
At tandaan mo ang isang pangako (And remember this one promise)

Pangako hindi kita iiwan (I promise not to leave you)
Pangako di ko pababayaan (The promise I won't forget)
Pangako hindi ka na mag-iisa (I promise that you will not be alone)
Pangakong magmula ngayo'y tayong dalawa (Promise that from this point on, the two of us)
Ang magkasama (are together)

Ano itong nadarama ko (What is this am feeling?)
Ako kaya'y nahuhulog, umiibig na sayo (Am I falling in love…


Suffering is the origin of consciousness

"In itself," says Camus, "weariness has something sickening about it."

Weary men all look the same as they all look ugly. It becomes a matter of profound indifference whether one is young or dying, a solitary or a lover, a rich king or a laborer, a man of faith or of vices. No, aside from death, the other great equalizer is weariness. And the two--death and weariness--are two paths leading to the same direction: Nothingness.

Camus says that weariness is the beginning of the absurd: "Weariness comes at the end of the acts of a mechanical life," he says, and we understand him very well. Being tired, to be sure, is an experience that is gone through on many levels. The taxi driver goes home at dusk, with knees trembling from a whole day's driving, and the overheated engine only mirrors what he feels. Sweet sleep, which was the only thought that saved him from the insanity of blindly going around in circles …