Dear

I dont know but one thing for certain. When I entered college my molecules got all rearranged. The fire that keeps the passion burning has gone cold, the grip that keeps my pen writing loosened.

Sure, its  another story of a rift between love and what’s necessary where upon pointless inquiry with oneself, after senseless hours of pacing in my bed, those sleepless nights when you look up at the moon searching for answers only to find it staring blankly back at you written the words empty all over it. You can think of all the ways to have an answer at your reach and the list will go on. I shall tell you. I know. I understand for I, too, chose the latter.

I don’t know how to put it but IF ANYONE IS RIGHTFUL TO BELONG TO A BOOK, IT SHALL BE ME. Though I can not brag  own too many books, my possessions are prized and loved just like a sister whose stories we share are far beyond memories can hold. Anyone can say he has read more books than I have. I shall not compete. The pages I love to read gets outnumbered each day by books I do not share my passion with.

REPLACED. BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN. SET ASIDE. BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

Today, I will become a nurse. Tomorrow, I shall be home to where my heart is.

Letter: You on the Other Side of the World

Dear,

I'd like to think about the circumstance we are both in as I write this letter. You, on the other side of the world probably just about to begin your day while I, struggling with words while the clock hung above me, ticking away what could be the shortest days of my life.

I have just graduated last March 30, 2012 from the most populated course with the most number of unemployed. Nursing. I do not have facts to support this statement but I know you will agree. I am staring blankly at the screen trying to locate my fondest memories of how I landed in this profession. My mom forced me. It was the saddest, almost unbearably painful summer. It was. But I was glad she did. Or my life could have been easy yet pointless, I could have chased my dreams and ended exhausted, found dreams but not its meaning, touched everything but lives. Lives.Yes, I learned from 8-hour shifts. Tiring and demanding but always fulfilling.

The more I stayed in that hospital, the more daunting each task became. The more I know about my client, the more I know someone needs my help. The more I become a nurse, the more I know why God has sent me.

Three days after graduation, nothing is over. The board exam hovers, an eagle-like display of how pointless graduation can be. But I wont worry for God will sustain me. I don't know His plans  nut His will be done in my life.

"If I win, I praise God. If I lose, I praise God "

I wish I were a poet. A writer. I can write lines as winding as the road and never get confused. I wish I am an astrologer. I could gaze the stars forever, observe the universe and tell you how boring it can be. But I'm still thankful I'm a nurse.

The silence is so beautiful at this hour. The room is dark. The windows are open. The air is cold and clean. I can hear the wavy snore my father makes from another room. I wont be able to wake up for the next 8 hours. I'm being called for bed now.

Love always,
Donna.