(This is probably the hardest blog post i've written so far, swear!)
First of all, i allow comments in this blog, many are truly inspiring, made me laugh and some are not so nice because I wanna keep the balance in my head. A little bit of evil feedback is good.
Why is it that we know what is right, but still we do what is wrong? As hard as doing the right thing is, acknowledging our own responsibility is even more harder. We say nasty things and let "anonymous" take the responsibility for it. How in the world did we get to this sorry state, where we assume that honesty is speaking of awful things to a person and is considered part of your freedom and is a good thing? I hope you realize that all these comments revealed your inner contempt and your total disregard for others. To me and to all who read it. Besides, honesty and cowardice don't exist together. Saying horrible things may have felt good for a bit but let me tell you something and think about this real hard, the only people who don't experience a disturbing tension between the good that we're supposed to do and the evil we practice are sociopaths. It is the lack of guilty conscience that enables sociopaths to indulge their appetites for evil activities. And I hope in my heart you are not in that road.
I started this blog just for me and my husband, my friends and maybe the only person i expect to read this blog is my Mom and now my Dad because of Yllac. But I am glad that after so many years you have become a huge part of this blog too. Thinking about the nicest of people i came to know because of this blog... oh amazing feeling. This is my home and you are always welcome, a happy place for me and to all the people who enjoy and love to visit from time to time. In real life we do not go inside to someone's home and point to them one by one what's wrong with their home and boss them around. In the world of normal people we don't do that because that is downright rude in any culture and race. I figure that this blog gives me so much freedom and share that freedom with internet friends too. But I'm not open for insult and ridicule especially my family. I tried to ignore all those ugly comments and think that it will all go away in time, but it came to a point that it's not healthy anymore for me, my family and the friends of Denise Katipunera. I thought you comment anonymously because you don't have any url. I guess I assume wrong this time. Some people comment anonymously simply because they're not brave enough that's all. And honestly they remind me of the people who told me scary pregnancy stories back when I was pregnant with Yllac. I mean why do that? I am pregnant, which is a happy thing and you're scaring me? Personally It's my choice to remember what's good and pleasant and share that here because that is a good thing.
These last couple of weeks it made me think about entitlement. Funny thing, it used to be a big struggle for me. Huge! And after so many years i think it died now a natural death inside me. I used to think that i am entitled to some kind everything. That I am entitled to some kind of attention, some kind of love, relationship. friendship, loyalty, time, recognition, respect and to certain kind of life, and a whole lot more of my personal baggage i can't believe i carried for years. Now I just don't care anymore. I have learned to accept the littlest of things people can give me and appreciate that to the fullest of my being so I'll be content and be blessed by that. All things extra now, I consider them bagoong on my manggang hilaw. c",)
Am okay. Am good.
And i apologize if some comments here offended you. And also I thank you for speaking for me. I appreciate the spirit of friendship so sweet within us.