eyes wide open 1.0

Child Artists. Kulturang Kalye. QC. 2006 © Jes Aznar

I was lucky to have been born and raised in a community of artists. I remember spending my childhood days in the streets making art while other children busy themselves watching noontime shows at home. I was more at home outside our house, wandering the streets, discovering every nook and alley our small village had.

I didn’t know what happened. After clicking a few buttons of this and  that… my blog’s content were gone. The whole of it.  I feel pain in losing all the words and thoughts that I have put in each post. The same way I felt when my 200gb worth of photos I took over the years were lost due to a hardware problem. Anyway, no time for lamenting. I would be putting in new posts and maybe put in some of the previous ones. I guess life is just like that. It gives us all sorts of obstacles, problems, and pain. But at the same time it also gives us hope and start over. To get up and fight the next round.

I would be facing a multitude of schedules this month alone. Ramadan is getting near and I’m going to spend a lot of my time covering the IDPs in Mindanao. Two book projects to start and finish. A disaster story in Bicol. Plus some other stuff that was long overdue. And all other commitments.. Work until your limbs get numb. But the numbness makes you feel more alive. Its a reassurance that you are a real self in a real world.