As an initial know-how about computer literacy, we decided to give you some techniques on using your computer keyboard, especially if your computer mouse does not work correctly and properly. As an example, supposed you want to quit using your computer but you cannot click the Start Button because it is missing or your computer mouse doesn’t work due to mechanical failure – will you merely switch off the power control that can cause a hard disk crash that may disable your access to your computer? If you don’t know how to shutdown using the keyboard, then you may end up destroying or disabling your computer. There are hot keys in your keyboard like pressing the one with Windows picture (usually located between <Ctrl> and <Alt> keys, called Win-Key) will let you go directly to the Start Menu and pressing the down arrow will allow you to move to where you want to access like “Turn Off Computer” or you can press at the same time <Alt> + <F4>, but you have to close all open windows first by pressing <Alt> + <F4> also.
Sometimes you need to activate the right click of the mouse but it’s not working, a work around is press <Shift> + <F10> to activate equivalent to pressing the mouse right click. Some of the useful key stroke that is very helpful, especially if your mouse is not functioning:
To launch Windows Explorer: <Win-Key> + <E>
To open Search or Find Dialog Box: <Win-Key> + <F>
To cycle opening of various windows: <Alt> + <Tab>
To minimized all open windows: <Win-Key> + <M> OR <Win-Key> + <D>
To open System Properties: <Win-Key> + <Break/Pause>
Regarding editing: <Ctrl> + <X> -removing selected items, <Ctrl> + <C> -to copy selected item, <Ctrl> + <V> -to insert the contents
Consider these figures on trends in the uptake of computer literacy: Computer literacy is the knowledge and ability to use computers and technology efficiently. Computer literacy can also refer to the comfort level someone has with using computer programs and other applications that are associated with computers.
Net Literacy has increased computer access to over 6,000,000 individuals over the past 1-year alone.
Participant’s ratings on all statements regarding observing the use of keyboard in social situations were correlated with their report of the percentage of time they use keyboard for issuing commands. I think it is safe to say that the humanities have completely ignored the above knowledge. Probably because they are sending the wrong signals, an educated person says that learning capability of the young ones are hindered by those involved in the technology.
If you want to suggest a topic, for the computer technology writer to be discussed, please e-mail me at 2005.dennis@gmail.com (note, there is a dot between 2005 and dennis). If you want to learn more, please study under our computer tutorial at Room 401, 4/F Sunny House, Alley-alley #2, Central. Happy reading to all!
Author: Dennis Madlangbayan
*Published in TF Newsmag (September 2008 issue)
“Ganda, halika huhulaan kita!”, ang sabi ng isang nakasalubong ko habang ako ay naglalakad sa Robinson’s Galleria at nag-wiwindow shopping. Ang kanyang mukha ay tila alanganing babae at lalake. Ang kanyang pangangatawan naman at pati na ang mga bisig ay hitsurang lalake. Feminine siyang kumilos, in fact, medyo pakendeng-kendeng pa nga siyang maglakad. Malantik ang kanyang artipisyal na pilik-mata na obvious na idinugtong lang. Dahil ang kanyang ilong ay matangos, ito ay nakapagpadagdag ng animo’y tunay na anyong babaeng sa kanyang makutim na kulay ng mukha. Halata ang mga wrinkles niya. Ang kanyang edad kung iyong susuriin ay mga 48 pataas. Ang kanyang mga daliring medyo matigas na malantik ay may manicure na kulay pula. Makikita mong medyo burado na ang kyutiks ng mga ilan dito. Makapal ang kanyang eye-liner at eyebrows. May lipstick siya na higit na mapula kaysa karaniwan. Sunog sa araw ang kulay ng balat. Nakasuot siya ng sandals na pambabae at pantalong kulay lumot na tila uniporme ng army; pink ang kanyang t-shirt na may kwelyo; “lacoste” ang tatak nito - ‘yung tipong imitation na “lacoste”.
“Halika na, mura lang,” masuyong anyaya niya.” Marahil ay mas na-enganyo ako sa katangi-tanging hitsura ng nilalang na nasa aking harapan. Para sa akin ay may isa siyang kakatwang katangian. Isang binalake. Kakaiba ngunit may kayumian ang kanyang hitsura hindi kagaya ng mga ibang matataray na baklita. Bihira akong may makausap na ganitong anyo. Kung titingnan mo siyang mabuti ay mapapansin mong hindi siya isang manlolokong tao, nais lang na matulungan ka niya kung ano man ang gusto mong malaman. Kung baga, wala siyang pangingimi at walang halong panlililo. Nababasa kaya niya ang nasasaloob ko ngayo? Alam kaya niya ang aking dinaramdam?” Ito’y isang palaisipan sa akin. Tapat ang kanyang pag-anyaya. Para tuloy akong naging curious, gusto kong subukan kung paano siya manghula.
“Sige, magkano?” Tanong ko. “Mura lang”, sagot niya. Sa totoo lang ayaw kong masyadong magpaimpluwensya sa hula. Naalala ko noong panahon ng aking kabataan, kasama ko ang mga katandaan at halos malibot na naming lahat ng mga magagaling at balitang manghuhula sa kapuluan. Kaya hayun, minsan may mga natutuklasang mga nakakatawa na kagaya ng ang anak niyang ampon ay anak daw ng kanyang Mister sa ibang babae. At ang isa naman ay hindi daw ‘yung boyfriend niya sa kasalukuyan ang makakatuluyan kundi iba…siya nga namang nangyari. Bagama’t para sa akin naman ay gusto ko lang magbakasakali, parang katuwaan lang. ‘Di pa naman ako nabibigo nung mga panahon na ‘yun, at kung may mga manliligaw man, hindi ko pa naman sila pinag-uukulan ng pansin… kaya lang ako sumasama sa kanila ay upang malaman ko ang aking kapalaran tungkol sa aking pangarap na makapag-abroad. Positive naman kung tutuusin ang mga basa sa palad at baraha. Maganda lahat, tungo lahat iyon sa pag-unlad. Ngunit nang ako ay napaanib sa isang relihiyon na kahit ang paglalaro ng baraha ay hindi tinatanggap, pinilit ko ng umiwas sa mga ganito, gaano man kabisa at katotoo ang kanilang mga hula. Mayroon pa nga akong iniwasan na Psychic, na close friend ng aking mga relatives, subalit bukod tanging ako lang ang hindi nagbigay ng pagkakataon upang matingnan ako.Ngunit, ngayon gusto kong subukan ito just for fun. Isa pa malungkot ako ngayon. Para ba akong naging excited sa sasabihin niya.
Iginiya niya ako patungo sa isang simpleng restawran na tipong style ng Mc Donald’s. Habang nakasunod ako sa kanya alam kong siya ay naghahanap ng isang maayos na puwestong walang masyadong tao. Halatang siya ay madalas gumawi dito. Umupo kami sa may bandang sulok. Nagpalinga-linga ako sa paligid. May mga tao ring mangilan-ngilan na kumakain sa loob. Na tila wala naman ding pakialam dahil may kanya-kanya ring pinagkakaabalahan. Ang iba naman ay nagkwekwentuhan lang. May ibang nagpupukol ng tingin sa amin, pero wala lang. Ilang sandali ang makalipas pagkaraan naming makaupo ay inilabas niya ang isang salansan ng baraha. “Binalasa sa tatlo. “Bumunot ka ng tatlo.Kahit saan.” “Naku, yayaman ka!” ang sabi nya pagkakita niya sa diamond na pula. At pagkaraang ilapag ang pusong pula, “Tapat kang magmahal.” At pagkaraan pa ng isa ay: “Masama kang magalit,” bulalas na sabi niya. Ouch! Pagkaraan nito ay isa-isa niyang inihelera ang mga baraha. “Alam mo napakabuti mong kaibigan. Mapagbigay ka. Tumutulong ka sa nangangailangan. Hindi mo matitiis basta’t may lumapit at humingi ng tulong sa iyo. Kapag iniisip mo nagkakatutuo. Pero masama kang magalit, ganda. Iwasan mo yan. Kasi kapag nagalit ka may masamang nangyayari sa tao. Totoo ka kasing tao at napakabuti mong kaibigan. Kaya iwasan mong magalit, ganda ha?” Binalasa na naman niya, “Kuha ka uli ng tatlo….naku hayan, masama ka talagang magalit!” “Pero may nagmamahal sa iyong lapitin ng babae. Nakikinig naman siya sa iyo. Basta’t sinabi mo ginagawa naman niya. Kamuntik na tuloy akong maiyak sa sinabi niya. Dahil ilang araw na akong nagmumukmok dahil sa sama ng loob. Nag-away kami. Love-hate friendship namin ng best of bests ko. Close kasi kami. As far as I know, super special din ako sa kanya the way he treats me….and we treat each other that way. Extra-ordinary and especial nga actually… Whatever. Nakakatuwa nga…close na close kami, pero para kaming aso’t-pusa. “O malapit na tayong matapos,” aniya.
“P’wede ba akong magtanong,” ang sabi ko. “Pero magdadagdag ka ng bayad,” sabi niya. Nagbago ang isip ko, “Ay hindi nalang!” Pero bigla niyang sinabi, “Sige pero isang tanong lang ha?” Ay, isa lang? No choice. Pero sige na nga,” isip ko. “O sige…nababasa mo ba ang nasa isip ko ngayon?” pabirong tanong ko. Binala-balasa niya kunwari ang baraha. At saka niya inihilera ng pataob. Pagkaraan pumipili siya ng barahang inilalapag niya ng nakatihaya. Naghilera siya ng lima. “H’wag kang malungkot, dahil ang mahalaga ay nagkakaunawaan kayo. Kung ano ang nararandaman mo ngayon ay ganon din siya. Gaya ng kung mahal mo siya mahal ka rin niya. Iisa ang damdamin n’yo. Mahalaga ka pa rin sa kanya. Ganon din siya sa iyo. At kung mas sobra pa ang pagtingin mo sa kanya, ganon din siya sa iyo. Marami ang nagkakagusto duon. Pero nakikinig din siya sa iyo.”
Di ko alam kung matatawa o maiiyak ako sa nadinig ko. Kung ‘di lang sulky ang present moment ko, tiyak na mapapahagikgik ako o kaya ay kikiligin to the bones ako. Pero iisa lang ang masasabi ko, manghuhula talaga siya. But at this time, ang tawag ko sa kanya ay soul comforter. Binayaran ko siya ng isang daan, at naghiwalay na kami. Pero isa lang ang nasa isip ko, totoo man o hindi ang kanyang hula, ang importante ay napaglubag niya ang loob ko. At least ngayon, medyo nakakangiti na ako. Sumaya ako sa mga sinabi ni sister-brother - whatever his name was. Dahil ako pa rin pala ang best of bests ng best of bests ko.
Author: Cherrie Mon
*Published in TF Newsmag (September 2008 issue)
Tulala sa isang tabi, walang sinasabi
Hindi maipahayag, damdaming nakakubli
Kung pagmamasdan, walang dinaramdam
Ngunit sa kaibuturan, labis s’yang nasasaktan.
Kung tawagin nga’y bayani, isang katanyagan
Ngunit ang puso ay sadyang sugatan
Bayaning nagtataglay ng kalungkutan
Isa ngang bayani, subalit luhaan.
Sabik sa pamilya, kulang sa pagmamahal
Walang masandalan sa oras ng kalumbayan
Hinahanap na atensyon, di naman makamtan
Dahil mahal sa buhay, ay may kalayuan.
Katanungan sa isip ito ba ang kapalaran?
Ang maging malayo sa mga mahal sa buhay
Hanggang kailan magtitiis ng ibayong kalungkutan
Ang paghihirap ba ay may katapusan?
Lumuluha sa karimlan, tumititig sa kawalan
Nakatingala sa langit, at laging umaasam
Sana’y malampasan ang mga kahirapan
Upang makapiling na ang mga minamahal
Author: Zyrel, TWG
Inflation? Discrimination? A not so hard-knock-down power, we can still hang on lifting the lever. One giant family problem, however, is enough to crush an OFW’s spirit. In Hong Kong today, there are 120,000 working Filipinos. Daily, more than 240,000 stories are told. We hear endless with shades of pink, black, and blue, from Sunny Bay to Tai Tam Hills, from Wanchai bars to St. Alfred’s church.
I love the wisdom of this person when she told me, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” A very inspiring lady with a very inspiring life. Allow me to share to you…
Lorie ran away from home when she was 17 years old. Home was 10 brothers and sisters. She’s the 7th. Their father, a soldier, left them for a call of mission and for a younger wife. Life was hard, a hand to mouth existence. Their mother a market vendor, overburdened with responsibilities, didn’t survive long enough. Tormented, she died of disease.
Lorie was desperate of affection, for a dream of what she is to be, for a place where she feels safe. A 24 year old man found her. They lived together and born 2 sons. Simple and content but not until years later when her refuge, pride and sense of belonging dwindled. The man who promised love and security learned to appreciate smoke, alcohol and other women. A young mother, a domesticated partner, again in a much greater pain and isolation. She headed abroad for redemption-purpose and freedom. Though she missed her beloved sons deeply, hope gave her endurance to hold on, knowing she could provide them a better future. She worked in Dubai for 4 years then bounded to Hong Kong. Her partner remained unchanged, never reciprocates generosity and sacrifice. Vices, distance, silence and the truth of his non-stop affairs (of 2 he made pregnant) pushed Lorie to disclaim hopes and resistance. She’s responsible but also young (32 ), vulnerable, unloved.
She discovered new friends and new places. For comfort, she became a week-end barfly. She had many failed relationships at varying degree of attachment, casual-deep, platonic-sexual, at different times, with differentf races. Worst of all doings, she twice had an abortion. Lorie lost confidence and worth. So consumed with guilt and misery that many times she contemplated to simply just vanish on the face of the earth. Having 2 children, reminded unfulfilled dreams, the blessing of chances and choices, realized she has bigger reasons to fight and live.
That was 19 years ago. Currently, her first son is an engineer, the second a nurse. Both thriving, wonderful and the lights of her life. Reconciled to a totally changed man who fathered her children, she finally married him in 2000.
Her reunion with her father released her from prolonged hurts and unforgiveness. At his grave, heart opened, said farewell, prayed, and thankful of the circumstances at young age that brought out the new person that she is. Now, a committed servant of God, straightened, strengthened, grateful, and proud.
Some of you out there will probably say, “Hey, Belle! That’s a good story with a glorious ending, what about us under the dark clouds?” Well, read again, stop at the middle. But I don’t wish you do for as much as I want you to feel the emptiness, guilt, despair, bitterness, I hope you could focus, partake in the hard-fought triumph of selfless sacrifice, perseverance, forgiveness and God’s love.
And I can also tell you stories with sorrowful end. Tales of failed dreams, of broken relationships, of abused sacrifice, of tragic events. Each of us has different stories to tell, struggles to cope. Down, dispirited, yung iba tumigil nang magsaya, umasa at mangarap. Harsh realities can pierce human heart and soul. Choices we do make, to dwell in the alley of darkness or to walk up and follow the path to light.
Like Lorie, I also believe in God. Just as when my grandmother always reminds me, “Troubles are God’s opportunities of calling us to Him.” And that if we face them with a humble heart, place our faith in God, and take the next right action, we will come through them better and stronger.
I have my own share of struggles yet thankful that I have help, and light when I needed. We might be crushed but not broken, struck down but not buried, abandoned but will never be forsaken. I do believe that there is good to be found even in the worst of situations if only we can gather the strength to look for it… the silver linings are always there.
*Published in TF Newsmag (September 2008 issue)
Author: Annabelle Libao, TWG
“Ano na naman ba iniiyak-iyak mo dyan, pangit? Kung tutuusin mani-mani (peanuts!) na lang yang ganyang problema sa ‘yo,” sabi ng abest buddy kong si Jayz. “Tumigil ka na’t lalo kang pumapangit pag umiiyak ka,” dagdag ng kumag. Aminin ko ba naman kasi na broken-hearted ako, hayun, sermon at pang-aapi tuloy inabot ko. Sinisi ko nga sya, “Ikaw kasi, kahirap ng matawagan, out of reach palagi, kaya noong may dumating sa buhay ko na walang kwentang kausap na kagaya mo, hayun, nahulog tuloy loob ko sa loko at ngayon out-of-my-life na sya!” (sabay singhot…) Tinawanan ba naman ako ng Jayz. Dagdag ko, “Ganyan! ‘ala ka talaga kwentang pinsan at kaibigan. Sa halip na samahan mo ko sa pag-iyak, ini-engganyo mo pa akong tumawa. ‘ala ka talaga kwenta!” Sagot nya pagkarinig sa tono ng boses ko, “oh, ano tinatawa-tawa mo dyan ngayon? Akala ko ba umiiyak ka kanina?” Sus! Makakilala ka ba naman ng mas baliw pa sa ‘yo?! Kadugo ko nga ‘tong kenkoy na ‘to.
Ganyan lang naman ang takbo ng usapan namin ng kung sino mang nilalang na nakakakilala na sa good-crazy-bad sides ng pagkatao ko. Katulad na lang ng isang Mr B na abot hanggang langit ang respeto ko, kapag na-sense sa email o text message ko na tinutopak ako, sasabihin nyan, “Depressed ka na naman, ano? Hah hah hah, ha!” Kantahan ka ba naman ng halakhak, hai ya! Hindi kailangan ng maraming salita o kaek-ekan na pangungumbinsi na wag na ‘ko mag-emote, just tickle my funny bone at ayos na ayos na ‘ko. At hindi rin kailangan ng maraming salita para malaman ng tunay na kaibigan na wala ka sa “katinuan” (bad-crazy;) –malimit akong atakihin nyan, nya ha ha! Malungkot at masaya ka man, mararamdaman ng kausap mo sa kabilang linya ng telepono, o sa tono ng sulat mo, ‘dinig’ ka, ‘day. Itong klase ng mga nilalang ang bumabalanse sa katinuan ng pag-iisip ko… Hindi ka nga nila dadamayan sa pagluha (”umiyak kang mag-isa, pangit,” sabihin pa sa ‘yo), pakakabagin ka naman sa pagtawa at pagagaanin ang pakiramdam mo sa pang-aasar hanggang sa mawala na sa isip mo ang iyong kadramahan.
Kamakailan lang, sabi ko sa mahal kong dakilang kaibigan, “Thanks for letting me get away with my craziness.” Laking biyaya talaga sya sa mundo ko. Mangilan-ngilan lang ang mga taong marunong ‘bumasa’ sa ‘yo. Sa kanila, di ka matatakot magtanggal ng maskara at nakakasiguro ka na di ka nila tatalikuran malaman man nila ang tunay na ikaw — kung gaano ka masaktan, lumaban, magsaya, humilik, magalit, humagalpak sa tawa, magmura, kumanta ng wala sa tono, maglupasay sa iyak at inis, maglaro… Sa harap nila, tunay na tunay ka — perpektong halimbawa ng napaka-imperpektong pagkatao– taong-tao. Sa kabila ng lahat ng ka-imperpektuhan at kakulangan mo, andyan lang sila sa tabi mo palagi. Hindi man kayo magkita at mag-usap ng madalas, panatag ang loob mo dahil alam mo at nakakasiguro ka na may nagmamahal sa ‘yo at nagtitiwala sa kakayahan mo… na sakyan ang anumang alon na sasalpok sa yo… Ikaw ‘yong surfboard, sila ‘yong malakas na hangin na mag-iihip sa ‘yo sa dalampasigan (sus! sa seashore na tayo ngayon!). Teka, balik tayo sa alon, dapat pagitna sa laot papuntang kabilang ibayo, hindi pabalik sa pinanggalingan. Ano pa man, ang mga kaibigan na ‘to ang nagsisilbing hangin at driving force na magtutulak sa ‘yo para makatawid ka sa destinasyon mo. Ikaw na ‘yong barko, hindi na surfboard, noh!
Ganyan ang malaking silbi at importansya ng best buddies ko kaya kahit tawagin man nila akong ‘pangit’ at ’sira’ palagi, at peace ako dahil ang alam ko… ako lang ang supercute sa life nila. Ayaw lang nila aminin baka lumaki ang ulo ko’t ipagmayabang ko, hek hek hek! Alaskahin man ako ni Jayz, ok lang din kasi alam namin pareho na mas pango ilong nya kesa sa ‘kin. 
*Published in TF Newsmag (September 2008 issue)
Author: jmarqueses, TF Newsmag
I was barely a year in Hong Kong when I met a fellow ‘pinay’ on board a bus. On a twenty-minute ride to Central, she lamented her four-month ordeal on the job. The biggest thorn on the side? Another ’pinay’ co-worker. My heart went out to her. We were on the same boat then. I wondered what happened to her. I hope she got through as I did. It happened six years ago. I stayed on the same job, with the same co-worker, but on a much better situation than the first couple of years. My co-worker and I got along pretty well. We gained each other’s trust and respect. We understood each other’s idiosyncracies. When she snapped, I backed out. When I snapped, she backed out. Sometimes we just knew when to shut up or speak up. Yet, there were times we don’t. But we always get through.
Why is it that instead of supporting our own kind, some of us end up being an additional burden? Being older and longer in the job doesn’t give one the right to demean and boss-around a new worker. Instead of lifting someone up, we choose to put her down. It holds true with the way we treat other people we know. Instead of being happy and proud of someone’s accomplishment, we spit negative criticisms. If a congratulatory remark is ever given, it’s laced with sarcasm. The sort of people who practice these things may be eaten up with envy and jealousy, the green-eyed monsters. It drag down someone’s ascent on the ladder of success. The mentality of a crab…
Co-workers not getting along well is a common problem in Hong Kong. There are employers who tend to take sides– usually the older worker’s or the one who speaks Chinese better since she can defend and explain herself in the employer’s dialect. Premature termination of contract due to workers’ quarrel is not unusual here. Others have the patience and tolerance to work through the duration of the contract or even longer.
How do we deal with a difficult co-worker? My big boss’ advice was: Ignore her. Focus on your work. The advice worked, but not all the time. You cannot just ignore an elephant in a room, especially when it’s shoving its trunk on your face. Apparent and constant rudeness is something you just cannot let go easily. We’re only human, angered by such treatment. It takes a lot of sheer willpower to keep your emotions under control and not blow up.
Confrontation won’t work on someone whose mind and heart are closed. No amount of talking-to can change an old cow’s attitude or penetrate a one-track mind. It’s futile to communicate with one too proud. Cease talk is my way.
When you’re forced to dine together, faces just inches apart, and the loudmouth’s on the phone while eating with you– sprinkling saliva on the food, eat as fast and as much as you can before she realize there’s almost nothing left for her. Bad for digestion but you’ll be teaching her a lesson. If she’s too dense, she won’t get the message.
Just when you think you have peace and quiet after a hard day’s work, there goes the loud mouth on the phone again, talking non-sense to her friends. Plug that earphone into your pretty little ears and listen to a lively music– something to muffle the irritating voice you’re hearing. Or do something constructive– read, write, hum to yourself– just to quieten the fast drumming of your agitated heart brought about by the annoying blabbermouth.
There’s a perfect ingredient to ruin a beautiful morning– a sour-faced housemate. When you’re subjected to it, make it a point not to look at her face. Don’t look at her at all. Back view, side view, which ever angle– don’t! Otherwise, you’re doomed the rest of the day. It’ll put you in a black mood, too.
Being angry is enervating. It will sap you out of energy, crumple your pretty face, add lines on your forehead, inflate your nostrils… make you look like a gorilla, alienating everyone whom you cross paths with. Leave the sour-faced mammal alone. It’s just a moment, it will pass. Everyone goes through a black mood. Give her space, keep your distance for a while. It won’t ever do any good if you join her in that state and be angry, too. If we all subscribe to the philosophy of “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”, the whole world will be blind and toothless… that was what Mahatma Gandhi said. What we all need is empathy and understanding. You can sweeten the mood. If the cranky fellow loves to eat smelly tofu dipped in chili powder (that’s yummy!), include that in your menu for the day; if she loves durian, buy for her; if she loves yellow mini-skirt, find her one. The thing is, you’re reaching out, regardless of how you’re being treated. I’m not asking you to be a doormat, and let someone trample all over you, insult you, and throw dirt on your face. Oh no, that’s a far different thing. Well, you know when you should stand up for yourself. If you have faith in yourself, nobody– not even a darn crab, can ever put you down. But if it does happen and you find yourself at the bottom, just like a cork in the ocean, you will certainly find your way to the surface again.
*Published in The Filipino Now International magazine (March 2007 issue)
Author: jmarqueses, TF Newsmag
We all know what it is to lose oneself to a dream. And when the dream is lost, that part of ourselves we invested in the dream also seems lost to us. The dream is broken, and something inside breaks too. The dream could be for so many things or for one very special thing. A secret wish for ourselves. A private longing. A hope we may always hold sacred.
How especially bitter is the death of a special dream. How betrayed we feel by a dream that shaped us and now leaves us stranded in the wake of its failure. Perhaps it was always nothing more than illusion. Perhaps it never had a chance. Our goal was too lofty. We had an unrealistic notion of life, of ourselves, of a special someone who was not after all what we had imagined. No matter. How it hurts to let this one go, to give up a dream!
I believe we can only live by keeping our dreams alive, and if our dream dies, we must search down inside for the seeds of another. Not all dreams are based on illusions. Every lovely reality was once someone’s dream that was loved or longed into being. You yourself may exist because you were once someone’s dream. We all may have been spun into life because the heavens dreamed us so vividly and loved us so much we were simply yearned into material being. We owe our dreams everything. When we die, we owe them recognition and acknowledgment.
Author: Precy Pilorin, TWG
