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June Bug

Have you ever had moments where you regret not taking a picture?

I had that moment today. Again.

A little baby bug was found clinging to my newly washed t-shirt when I folded it this morning.

It was tiny and cute so I transferred it to an old towel nearby.

My first thought, which I must say, was horrible of me to think, was to throw it into the dark garbage bin or flush it down.

Then I stopped myself and asked, why?

It’s not doing anyone harm.

Thus, I decided to bring the little guy home.

I delivered it unto a Gumamela leaf, which he refused. So I grabbed a thick piece of grass and poked its claws until it transferred.

Definitely a moment that sparked peace and joy in my heart.

It made my soul swell with smiles.

It made me think how good God is.

I thanked myself I didn’t throw it away.

It’s an indescribable feeling, all brought to me by a little bug.

“I wish I took a picture,” was all I could say to myself.

I really wish I did. But special moments, even when not documented by photos, are deeply ingrained in our hearts and minds.

What I did today made me realize that all creatures have life and no matter how small, I think they too, deserve kindness and respect.

*Of course we should practice good judgment as some creatures are harmful! 😉

Fun fact: I was today years old when I found out this bug I found, is called the June Bug. They’re quite common in the Philippines.

Posted in Random Thoughts

Commitments…

I’m not good with them. As you can tell by this blog, I have trouble committing except for a few things.

Now that I have quit my job I might have more time for this… if only I push laziness aside and actually get to work.

What are you having trouble doing today?

Posted in Writing Challenge

January 1: Unopened

Curiosity is sparked when something is closed, locked, turned away, unavailable.

Questions of, “What is it? What if? flood your mind ’til the curiosity peeks at the highest level and your thoughts are consumed.

On the other side of the spectrum, closed off people are usually met with either intrigue or annoyance.

Intrigue, for those who love a mystery. Annoyance, for those who want to know it all.

Unopened.

Like the jar of a blueberry jam sold at a grocery shop.

Your Dad’s old treasure box with the padlock hanging on.

A coffin.

A heart.

A book that has sat on the shelf for a long time.

A restaurant at 12 midnight.

Some things you shut with a purpose, others get broken and have no choice but to close.

When you force yourself through, the strikes of resistance will slap you in the face.

It’s harder to let things be especially with closed things and people.

But maybe that’s what we need the most, to trust that what’s inside the unopened will find its way out when the right time comes.