Peace by Peace

Dear Anak Tintin,

I went hiking this weekend to a local falls and slipped, painfully slid butt-first on a rock-face, and fell on an abysmal pool of murky water. After which, I was attacked by an invisible swarm of insects, known locally as niknik. We fast forward to now, this sorry little writer itching and aching, polka-dotted pink with Caladryl all over. Of course this was not the first time this happened. I had almost the same experience the last time I hiked to another falls a few months back. But who’s counting?

Somehow, I think this is how you must be feeling right now. You knowingly went to a place with hope that it would be different this time then fell flat on your face, the same rug pulled from under you. Still, I have this feeling that given the chance, we would still go the next time, even if it seems like a spectacularly bad idea. Funny, huh? Painfully so. But we’re stubborn, masochistic, and downright stupid. Either that or we’re just honest enough to accept the fact that we need people. That the choices we make may not be the right ones but come hell or high water, we stand by them. It’s the only way we know how to live. It’s what we are.

And no matter how much I try to rationalize and discuss this to pieces, we’ll do things the same way…always. We’ll take things as they come. Make choices when we need to do so. Take life moment by moment, one small slice of heaven (or hell) at a time.

Love you, nak! Not because you’re perfect, but because you are who you are. And there’s nothing you can do that will make me love you any less.

More anon. With love always.