Rising rays peel sleepy eyelids, as the horizon splits the sun. Rough working days has finally over, a new weekend has begun....
It seems i have a quiet thought and the right time to rekindle the good old days and the past misfortunes. Not so long time ago, saturday morning is a time for me to clean my hang over spills. Physically and mentally. Me, which i considered a-not-so-incorrigible drunkard, have lost outlook in life. Time wasted, direction lost. I let myself drive into nothingness, something that reciprocate to my yesterday's dream. Something that is unassuming for my father's standpoint. I am so very special, same as he is. He is always there for me, no matter what. He is always there to remind me where should i going to. To travails in life challenges something worthful of me. Enjoy life through pain. These are some of life's lessons i've learned.
This time it's another saturday morning story. It's more than two years without my saturday morning daddy's sight. Questions ask myself. Is these the same Anthony more than two years ago or history repeating itself. No concrete answers filled my mind. It is the time to act now or never. It is a reckoning for me, i have to start a great leap now. It's not too late. Hope i have the pleasure of fresh saturday morning in mylife, a healthy life of tommorow awaiting for me.
Our preoccupation of past feats renders us incapable today. Today's reward comes from todays efforts. We cannot borrow yesterday's glory inorder to live productive life today. I have to live my LIFE something inherent of me. A LIFE of daddy's dream for me.
LIFE must be understood backward, but it must be lived forward as Danish Philosopher Kierkegard say.
(hope to see you soon dad)