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I find it amazing that there could be love in hug, kiss, laugh, smile, talk, heal, forgive, sacrifice, teach, and so on in almost any action words— even love itself. Or even the moments when your heart beats fast when you see the person you love, or how the world seems to slow down, or when you feel the butterflies in your stomach. See, there are always actions. And in those actions, we feel love. 

Love, no matter how complex,  can be defined in its simplest definition— that love is a verb. 

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I am a human being

I am made up of pieces of everyone and everything. I am pieces of my family members, friends, schoolmates, colleagues, strangers, fictional characters, places I have been, places I have never been, dreams, things, movies, poetry, arts, and songs.  I am a collection of metaphors and similes. All of them define me.

I am a Rubik’s cube. All messed up. Has different colors and layers which at first glance, does not seem to make sense. But somehow I am also the cuber— the one responsible to fix the cube. I am the player who needs to find out and learn to solve the cube. Little by little, step by step, mastering how to put the smaller cubes to where they are supposed to be. 

I am a tree. I started as a seed left on the dirt then found its way to the sunlight. I am a tree: the roots as my cores and values, the trunk as my body, the branches as the things I have, leaves as my memories, the fruits as the things I was able to share with others, the flowers as my beauty, and my shed as a peaceful place of comfort. I am a tree— I grow.

I am a car. I am meant to go to places, to take adventures. I am fueled then I run out of gas. I am meant to go to beautiful and far places. But most of the time, the farthest I could go is the one kilometer. I want to be on beaches, cities, country roads but sometimes I go to cemeteries, and abandoned buildings. Sometimes, I experience smooth roads but sometimes, it is rough, uneven, and zigzag. I experience flat tires and engine malfunction. I have been through accidents but a always get back on the road.

I am a traveler. I have luggage to carry. 

I am a book. My pages are filled with inks written through time with people I have met, places I have been to, memories I treasure, and dreams I hope to fulfill. I am a book where I was the main character in it and where every chapter and every page is my story. I am a book and I am also its writer.

I am a moon. I undergo a lot of phases but every phase is still me. No matter what the phase is, I want to believe it is still beautiful and people would still lookup. 

I am a sunrise. I overcome darkness. And I am also a sunset, I welcome darkness.

I am a potato. I just am. 

See, I am a mosaic. A series of different things all put up together to create something. All of who I am I am learning to accept and love. 

I have joy and sadness, love and heartbreaks, hopes and regrets, losses and victories, good and bad times. I am a lot of things of which makes me a human being.