two sides of a coin

ben

How could I ever judge who charged the most mistakes?

An ex-couple fought over and over unconsciously on the latter part of their relationship. And for those battles, I was always the one who was at the middle. I saw each other's gruesome and cruel moments. I was able to witness the most grotesque hiatus of their relationship.

Our common friends are asking me of whom got the largest or biggest mistake between the two. Since I am the only one close to both, I am asked by the same question each time the group remembers the ex-couple. But how can I ever rightfully answer them when the fact I know is that they tell me heaps of information, from the woman's party, then after the man's party. How could I ever segregate or balance my statements so that no one would seem superior or inferior to the other? How could I ever defend them when they  malign each other in front of my face? How could I ever tell our friends who has got the most mistakes?

In this case, only the couple knows what really happened in their relationship. There maybe some things I know from both of them but there are these things that only and both of them know. No matter how close I am to both parties, they, alone, hold the reasons to their mishaps.

If it happens my friends ask me again the same question of who has the most mistakes, I will answer them with this statement, "There are always two sides of a coin!"

she, mom

ben

She fought for me when I was a kid.

She gave me my first/decent education.

She was my first teacher with the "Ang Abakada"

She rushed me to the hospital when I got some parasites in my stomach.

She taught me to achieve high.

She wanted to see me on my JS Prom yet I was so bad wanting her not to come.

She did the laundry of others for me to finish HS and University.

She cleaned other houses just to finance my schooling.

She cried when she couldn't give me what I wanted.

She never stops on loving me eventhough

I am hard-headed.

I am stubborn.

I am self-willed.

I am wishy-washy.

I am childish.

I am stingy.

I am moody.

I am bad.

She is an epitome of LOVE. A love that transcends any kind of feeling.

She, mom, the same!

i had a dream

ben

Once, I had a dream. In my dream I was climbing a tall coconut tree near a sea. Since my skill in climbing was not good, I couldn't reach the fruit which I wanted to get. Presumably, for two hours of trying to reach to the top, still I wasn't able to get the fruit, not even get to the middle of the tree.  Then, I stopped. I got awakened realizing it was a dream.

In life, I tend to reach things which are unnecessary and not really meant for me. Because of envy sometimes, I try to do things to be equal with people. When they have this, I should have that too. When they know this, I have to know that too. When they go there, I have to go somewhere just to be in the same state with them.

Now, I know what I am reaching. I know what I should be getting. I don't need to climb a coconut tree when I want to have is another one. Since the coconut tree in my dream was enticing and everybody wanted to get a fruit of it, I also tried to climb it. In my dream, all I really wanted to get and eat was not a coconut, but a papaya.

devastated heart

ben

I thought TWO was too much.

This is my third time to have a motorcycle accident. I am a favorite of this so-called perilous activity. Every year, my motorcycle gives me untoward incident. Sad to say, now my upper cheek is in pain.

Excruciatingly, my bruises are eventually eating up my whole feeling. At night, they  hurt me like a bite of a stinging scorpion. The pain continues to create in me a feeling of living in hell. The bruises bring much agony in my body.

But what hurts me most is the fact that she never cares for what I feel. It sorrows me to know that the only thing she told me after she knew about it was this, "Don't you like your face anymore?" Well, I expected  a piece of sympathetic lines on her part but she was blunt and straightforward.

The accident was traumatic. But what is more hurting to see is my devastated heart.