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couple

In a relationship, it requires more than just understanding everything but more importantly to understand the things that don’t make sense at all. Somehow, the only way to make sense of what is going on is to just understand it the way things are, no further analysis. People sometimes pursue so many arguments so as to come up on how things should be understood, forgetting that things are simply the Read more

anchor of life

When we are challenged by our deepest fears and frustrations, we anchor on love to keep us above the fears and frustrations we have. Love for our craft, love for our parents or family, love for God, love for someone special, love for friends, love for the simple things, love for everything we have and we don’t have. Sometimes, what we are left of us is the love that encompasses Read more

mother and sons

Ms S, a mother, often made a squabble with his elder teenage sons. Reasons include; scolding them when they came home late or not allowing them to attend friendly gatherings of their age and for not giving them the liberty to decide on their own. One day, the youngest followed the same footsteps of his elder brothers. The feared word war between Ms S and her youngest has broken their Read more

interpersonal relationship

We live day by day carrying the consciousness that our individuality may somehow make other people hate or love us. Somehow, it will reach a point that we will begin to care for those people who are willing and brave enough to accept us – for all that we are and all that we can be. We fight for their acceptance. We even begin to trade off certain things for Read more

ache vs pain

There comes a point in our life when you need to say it’s over for you. It’s over for the dreams you want to achieve, it’s over for the plans you have planning for the longest time, it’s over for the times you have been waiting for something to happen, and it’s simply over for the things you love to have and yet you simply can’t. Maybe it’s not about Read more

Society of Saint Vincent de Paul

Studying for free and receiving a monthly allowance to finance my school requirements were just few of the privileges I received in my three years and eight months (7 semesters and 4 summer terms) of stay in Ozanam Study Grant Program (OSGP) of Adamson University. The basic requirement is hardwork and the basic tool is patience. Determination is not enough without hardwork but hardwork will not work without patience. Twenty-five Read more

love

It has been three years since my grandmother’s death. Love has always been synonymous to her existence. I had lived twenty-two beautiful years of my life because of the reality that she had loved me so much beyond words can ever explain. I guess it is the kind of love that transcends through time and yet no words can exactly capture its existence. After her death, I realized that I Read more

2011 tough year

2011 was the most challenging year for me. If ever someone would be interested to know my biography, I would highlight such year to be the toughest year. I couldn’t count the intances that my heart beat faster than normal, the nights which I hadn’t get enough and restful sleep, and the workdays where I only kept on browsing on outside opportunities. Arrhythmia and sleeping disorder were some of the Read more

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How many classifications of friends do we have? Theres a NODDING friend, TRUE friend, BEST friend, and OLD friend. When you set foot on a strange place…everyone becomes a NODDING friend. Eventually, you pick some people as TRUE friends. Then you get to choose one or two as BEST friends. As time goes by, you find your self in a strange place again and those people you met becomes OLD Read more

Akhilleus_Patroklos_Antikensammlung_wikipedia_image

We are humans. As humans, we feel. When we are happy, we smile, we laugh. When we are sad, we cry. When we hurt, we bleed. And when I bleed, I put a band aid on wherever the wound is. I don’t like seeing the wound, I don’t like seeing the blood. I don’t want to see a reminder of the hurt.