I am so thankful for God having me blessed with a broad critical mind.
I am so grateful that He made my heart free of emotionally-biased influence.
And I am so overwhelmed with superiority whenever I use my two best weapons: EARS and TONGUE.
This is my forte. This is where I shine.
But, unexpectedly, a friend who I speak so openly and deeply with just told me five obnoxious words:
"PALAGI KA NA LANG NAGMAMAGALING!"
Just when I thought so broadly, my ego was offended.
When I almost finished what I’m saying, I suddenly died inside.
You see, the crown of dancing isn’t mine.
I don’t sit in the throne of quantities.
And the laurel of superficial marvels doesn’t have my name on it.
You see, this is where I’m good at.
If am restricted to do this, then what am I supposed to do anymore?
I don’t know…
Maybe, just maybe…
I will close my ears.
Probably, just a wild probability…
I will refuse to talk one day.