Yesterday I had another of my health scares.
I was in town, about to go meet a friend when my sight suddenly failed me. Yes, everything started fading at a remarkable and alarming pace. I started freaking inwardly, knowing that I was alone, with no one with me, in a public place.
I stood there, my head swimming. I tried grasping tightly to consciousness, much like I would try grasping running water — almost in vain. Just the thought of passing out in the midst of strangers was what kept me fighting. Thankfully, all ended well. Thankfully, I was able to harness enough energy to hail a cab. Thankfully, the cab driver was a nice, fatherly guy who didn’t take advantage of me. So I arrived home safe and sound.
I hope that never happens again.
Recently though, I have come to realize a much scarier prospect: that of entering a relationship.
Wait, what?
Yes, entering a relationship. What was that? Of course it’s me writing this!
Why, you say? The past couple of weeks, I’ve come to the realization that I am not ready… (wait for it) YET.
This afternoon we were celebrating my teammate kuya Mark’s birthday. We were affirming him of how encouraged we were of his devotion to ate Neng, his wife. We even joked about him being our “measuring standard of husbands”. We all laughed, but when it was his turn to speak, he said this (non-verbatim): “…who I am is also because of Neng. She has brought out the best side of me… So singles, if you want to find the right one for you, you must also be prepared to be the right one for him/her, the one who could bring out the best in that person.”
When I meet “The One”, I’d want to be someone he can rely on, depend on, someone who could encourage him, nurture him, share with him, and bring out the best in him. But at this stage, right here, right now, I honestly can say that I cannot be this kind of person to him… yet.
When I meet him, I want to be the right one. (Hopefully 5 years will be enough. lol)
I express, therefore, I am. 