JOANNE | TWENTY EIGHT | MANILA PHILS. personal blog x online scrapbook Matthew 6.20-22 "But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." I have loads of thoughts I need to conscript, pressing to be publicized each stirring minute. This summarizes everything in here - memories drafted through photographs, words, and resounding harmonies. Mainly, anything that’s too exquisite not to immortalize. This chronicles every occurrence in my daily narratives. Of stumbles and victories, numerous endeavors and failed attempts, of indispensable journeys, and every incredible individual I get to meet along the way. For me, the simplest diminutive possessions are the ones that really matter. I am easily satisfied and blissful. I am energized by the massive grace I continuously received from the higher being. And it’s a sobering emotion no one can ever replace or surpass. I am surrounded with lovely people whom I adore more than any superlatives can ever depict. They are ambiguity of all sorts - beautiful and tragic, romantic and mundane, ecstatic and subtle, sturdy and damaged. Most of which also fills the epitome of my psyche. No, I am not better than anyone but I always attempt to be an enhanced version of myself. A work that had been in progress for the longest phase. I relapse. I descend. But everyday is a voyage I try to relish with so much fervor. I choose the path I’ll take, and battles I have to pursue. I’m both optimist and pessimist, hopeful and quixotic, temperamental and euphoric. I like bedroom dancing, movie marathon, endless conversation and random laughs. I love chocolates and I’m gonna stay eighteen forever. Everlasting your light will shine when all else fades  | |||||
| | ||||
|
