I wish I could start blogging again exactly on my 18th birthday, but then I’d have to stay home and watch over my baby. There’s no internet at home, not until I had my grandma bought me my laptop. However, the WiFi signal is crazy. Sometimes the WiFi owner puts it off.
I have had a couple of blogs since then, but I wasn’t able to maintain and update any of them for long. So, now, I am hoping I could maintain this one forever. Let me show you my life.
I am Joayra Gem D. Pamplona and I was born in a small town in the Philippines. There’s not really much happening here, but I love this place, Kabacan. My grandparents are one of the very first settlers in this town, which is why we know almost everyone who lives here, tracing some of them as the next generations of the other first families who settled here.
I was raised in a Christian home. My parents gave me and my brothers the discipline that we needed, but sometimes, we’re just so stubborn to obey. That’s why we often get into trouble. However, I also try to be good, because I don’t really want to deal with the anger of people. Sometimes, I see myself as the black sheep among my parents’ children, realizing all the pains I have cost them. I don’t know why I accidentally happen to bump into bad things all the time. I never intentionally hurt my parents. I love my parents, and I know it from the bottom of my hurt, since I was a kid. I know sometimes I get mad whenever they don’t let me do what I want, but I love them still.
I couldn’t count with ten pairs of hands the bad things, and the heart aches that I have cost my parents. However, there was one thing that I certainly am sure hurt them the most. It was in high school when I was excelling in my extracurricular activity, as the school Editor-in-chief. During that moment, I was high, because of the position, popularity, my winning in the writing competitions, and I barely have time to spend with my family. It was when I was like I was very far from them. And there was a boy, who took me very far more away from them – my boyfriend. But that was not just it, worse things happened like...I was pregnant.
Upon knowing, I was so depressed at that time. All eyes and ears were on me, at school, at the neighbourhood, just everywhere. The news broke even to other schools. It’s not surprising. It’s a small town. From there, I was not just scrutinized, and depressed, and judged. I was also forced to grow up. And by then, I learned multiple lessons and principles in life:
· It is always the right thing to wait. All things, as planned by God will eventually come to you in the right time, at the right place. To hurry, will cost you something, or some things.
· At the time, when bad weather airs into your life, you will know who your real friends are. You will know the people who are taking advantage. And your family will stand by you.
· Outside of marriage, love shouldn’t be the overruling factor. Consider everything, since everything is involved. Decisions should be analyzed along with its incoming consequences. You don’t want to regret anything in the future. So use your mind, the proper way, and set your heart aside for awhile if it’s not yet the proper time.
· Listen to the advice of godly people. You know they’ll advice you with the light of the word of God, and it’s always better.
· Prayer goes a long way. It was during those times when prayer was the one thing I needed the most. It was when I reconnected with God, it was when I ask for His help.
· Think before you speak.
· Life is as beautiful as you make it. It’s not a race. It’s a journey. So, take your time.
A few months from now, I’m going to college. I’m excited and thrilled. I’ll miss my baby since I’ll be many miles away from here. I wouldn’t even be there on her first birthday. I bet I’m going to cry that day. However, I know that life is still beautiful. And one of the reasons I’m here on earth is to enjoy it.
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