but yesterday was quite an emo day.
normal days do not consist of texting friends seen just last week and telling them they are missed. normal days do not consist of letting the waterworks free at the sight of the words "kung problema yan pwede mo share sakin ;)". normal days do not consist of thinking deeply about a love life-less status. normal days do not consist of replaying every single kembolar ever experienced and wondering why they didn't work.
does the holiday season really do this?
it doesn't have to, right? i mean, sure, Christmas would be lovely if you had someone to share it with that didn't have genes with at least 25% similarity as yours, or even those without similarity but are called "tita", "tito", "ninang", "ninong", "friend", etc, etc. But is it really necessary?
seriously, i've thought about this year after year (excluding the years with active kembolar status. hehehe) and i've always come up with the same cliche answer that doesn't seem to make me feel any better.
what is the answer? ayoko nga ishare! hahahaha :p
anyhoos. then again, Christmas shouldn't really be about people, right? it's about a Savior who baby-fied Himself and came out all bloody and tiny and crying from His earth mom's reproductive system in a dirty, smelly, unsanitary stable filled with animals of all sorts and sizes who was visited by some unknown shepherds and three wise guys who followed an inexplicably large star shining as if it owned the entire night sky. and let's not forget the battalion of flying creatures in glowing white attire with halos and wings (duh, kasi nga flying) singing of the baby Savior's birth.
ah yes, humility in its purest form.
so Christmas is about being saved. and Christmas is about being humble. and Christmas is all about that kind of love that makes someone want to sacrifice something/someone so important to oneself.
so this also means Christmas is about forgiving. and that Christmas is about sharing. and that Christmas is about sacrificing. and Christmas is all love and no war.
so, yeah, all these things kinda just overshadow the dread of a yet-again-cold Christmas and the blah feelings elicited by the corny cliche answers. Christmas isn't about me.
it's about Him.
happy CHRISTmas guys 


