Prayer on Repeat

Dear Lord, 

Thank You for making we wake up and get up. 

This has been my daily prayer for the past months. Simple and to the point. A daily reminder that I need to be deserving of every chance earned.

They say that every day is a new beginning. Having the chance to wake up and experience another day again is a gift because you get to be blessed or become a blessing. And if you’re really lucky, you get to be both.

Yes, you’ve earned it. But it doesn’t stop there.

Aside from waking up, you need to get up. For without the getting up, you’re just a lump on your bed, one with your sheets and pillows. For without the getting up, you rob yourself of making the most of the day.

A day that not everyone gets. A day that not every one has.

The Gentlemen Extinction

The days of damsel in distress is long gone. Girls today now pride themselves as independent beings who don’t need a man in their lives to feel complete. Years of fighting for “equality” has molded us into these self-functioning creatures who think and can actually rule the world. Of course there are still those who revel in being damsels, preferring to be always helped and saved by a man than to lift their dainty fingers and exert even the smallest of efforts.

But we, the general women population, isn’t about to let these forever damsels cloud over our shine. I have observed one downside to the Girl Power thinking, however. It is what I call The Gentleman Extinction.

It happened thrice last week: a guy who let me pass through the lobby first on our way to the restrooms complete with the “you first” hand gesture; a guy who instinctively reached out to open the door when he saw me approaching even before I reached out for it; and a guy who deliberately held the door open for me after I badge in.

All through this, I was fighting the urge to tell them “No, you first” or “Sorry!” or “It’s OK, I can manage” than just giving them the “Thank you!” that they deserve.

My subconscious was so busy asserting my independence as a woman that I forgot to let them be the gentlemen that they are. We often think that these type of men are a dying breed but could we, the independent women of the world, have contributed to this extinction?

With all the gender equality movement happening around us, it is so easy to overlook or even to fully misinterpret their core message. Getting help from a man does not make a woman weak. Being a feminist does not mean you are a man hater. Oftentimes, men are vilified by these extreme “feminist” conversations. If so, how are we, the women of the now, any different from those other men who oppressed women from centuries past?

The Romanticism of A Love That Was Lost

I would like to start this article by throwing caution at the wind and saying that of all topics of conversation, it is about LOVE that trumps everything else.

And when we talk about love, it’s almost always either of these three: the First, the Great, and The One That Got Away.

The First is always a reminder of our fresh brush at love. Everything’s sweet, everything feels right, but not even this innocent feeling can help us overcome the obstacles of our adulthood. And so, we part.

The Great is always a reminder of how powerful of a feeling love really is. Where The First is all about the highs, The Great has the lows, too. A sort of conflict is involved and this, along with the euphoric feeling of passionately loving and being passionately loved in return, contributes to its flair.. its drama. Overtime, the drama gets too much of the love that we decide to just let go. And so, we part.

The One That Got Way is always a reminder of how capable we are to love but equally incapable to fight for it and commit to it. If you look back, there really is nothing wrong about the relationship. At least, nothing wrong that we can’t really fix. But why did we let go? Why did we part? Because our internal conflict was too much at that time that it ate up whatever fight we have to continue loving. And so, we part.

But why then do we tend to look back at our could haves and would haves as if they’re the best chapters of our lives? So much so that we tend to miss enjoying our current chapter to the fullest. Or worse, tend to undermine it.

If you put our past romances in a microscope and just be totally objective about it, you’ll realize (and hopefully accept) the cracks and nuances of what you have put in a pedestal.¬†The relationship was stuck on the honeymoon phase before it even really hits reality. Reality like waking up to their morning breaths, sleeping through their snores, navigating through your personal messes… and helping each other get out of them. Him fighting for you, and you fighting back for him; with the rest of the people who matter rooting for you two to win against the hurdles of life.

Everything happens for a reason, they say. And this is true about our past heartbreaks, too. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation why we never ended up with The First, The Great, and The One That Got Away — they are not The Right for us.

The Right is that one love that could and should make you stop thinking of and pining on the other three.

I know that our past experiences, including relationships, should give us lessons in life to make us prepare for the future. But they shouldn’t be totally defining and dictating our present.

Who knows? Your current chapter could be very well your epilogue, too.

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