My son and me

I am seeing into my son's innocent eyes; I laugh at simple pleasures; I cry at the mere imagination of losing someone while a sad song is playing in my earphones; and I test my strengths by reaching things I thought are unreacheable. Often times, I stumbled due to haste and carelessness. But I learn to cope up with the wound of failures. They're simple bruises and scratches after all.

I learn to respect people because it is good.. and obviously the opposite is bad. I categorize things according to absolute truth and false. A simple boolean guide which helps me to see things. No grayscale whatsoever.

I imagine things I can't see, and see things I can't imagine. But I learn to appreciate it.

I believe in God, and that alone is enough.

I grow out of love from people around me and people around them.

I see earth as a flat surface where all people see everyone else.

I am my son, and my son is me.

The same truth that he is everyone else.