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when we climb that mountain and look at the plains, we may think that we have reached the peak but a closer look at the footprints that we have left, tells so much more about the higher ground that we are yet to reach.


A couple of months ago, I resigned from my first job. I worked as a school nurse and found that experience a truly humbling and growing one. As a Toastmaster, english did not seem to be much of a hassle. I thought I could breeze my way into asking them where it hurts, how they feel and what remedy I can render, but I was wrong. It is so much more than talking and asking, so much more than questioning and answering. The true secret of such communication haphazard is called connection.


Truly, it was a mountain that I have climbed, but the true test lies in whether or not I can connect better with others, but on whether or not I can return to the foot of the mountain and climb another one.


At Toastmasters, we can take pride in connecting in our club. We have enjoyed the fellowship that they offer, and we reciprocate it with healthy (and friendly) responses. But outside the friendly TM chatter, do we share that same motto of communicating and connecting? Do we share the same ideals of leading and motivating? If not, then the summit that we have reached in our Toastmasters track have all been in vain.


The real higher ground after each mountain is climbed, is the determination to climb another one while carrying the life lessons that your last footprints have shared stories about. These will be the gale that makes each breathe swift and rejuvinating; the canopy from the blaze of the sun and compass amid the enervating doubts. This higher ground will cover your slumber and make it sweet, at dawn it will be the warm sunshine that greets you with hope, and it will be dream that fleets us to reach places we have never imagined.


And yet this higher ground connects us to where we truly should be. To be the leaders and communicators that we really want to be.






missing that moment was an everlasting torment.

it was tasting a feast with a only spoonful, and being forced to be sent outside and watch the rest disintegrate in midair.

the most excruciating pain is to actually love, and know in the end that the love that you have will never be completed, will never be whole.

it was a moment that brought the best in both of us, a moment that fashioned the masterpiece that we were called to be. but that was also the same moment that have brought about the rust of time and antiquity.

it was one of the best few words and actions that have touched and caressed. it was that time when warmth meant so much amid the winter’s chilling envelop.

it was the furnace that have shaped every contour of the art, it was the pastel that have brushed every color and distinct shade of this art.


and in the end, it was the art of forgetting, not the art of creating. it was the art of learning how to let go, to let the very ambers that have kept you warm burn every page that have scribbled the memories within.

the colors would serve the purpose of blurring the shapes and contours. they would soon darken every known vision of the said art, creating its own oblivion.


i have loved you for those short warmest moments…bt never have i thought that the very colors and warmth that we have created, were the same embers and shades that would soon dissolve our connection.

i still miss that moment with you…