If you've read too many books in English, I'm quite sure that you too have read too many books in Filipino. The conflict of the stories you read on both languages sure does carry a lot of weight especially when you see newer words. Newer words that you may not find in the dictionaries and might just have to let go.
And since there will have to come a point in your readings that words won't really matter when the words won't make sense unless they're put together to form sentences. Sentences into paragraphs and so on and so forth.
Another conflict arises as you got too good in doing so. If you got too good forming words into sentences, and sentences into paragraphs, you got too persuasive, unusually convincing, and even ever hypnotically good. And your actions do not reflect or describe the words you are trying to express. So speaking it out loud using your mouth might just do the trick. So apart from thinking, writing and reading silently, we speak our words, our sentences, our paragraphs out loud moderately intelligible, understandable and earnestly, honest, direct, truthful and profound.
So tell me, what do we need? A speech. Yeah, we need a speech. But would you rather write a speech or speak it? I'm afraid it's better and best be both. And a speech is a speech, is not a sermon. No one am afraid wants to hear more sermons.
And now we are down to speaking it more heartily, pure, more from the heart than the head. More intense, more empowering, more sense. Sense, we need more sense am afraid. Something we can listen to over and over at our own free time, at our own expense, freely in our own capacities. We can sing it, record it, modify it, make new versions, but the context never change. The essence off of it remains. It's the same. It's what we really need, something that brings peace and harmony in our daily lives, routines. Or what are we here for anyway and would you really even care?
And my brain , my other brain is here somewhere. I sure can find them, my other brains somewhere. My heart, head, myself, an alter ego, somewhere. It should be somewhere around. My backups, for when I stray, for when I get burned out, for when I swerve away,
When the only thing left to do is...to dance..
