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Food break.
As I usually did in my journals, back in my writing days, metaphors were my allies. I reserve details to keep vultures from picking on the obvious. I am quite hesitant to post this. And if you have come to reading this far, please do not forget the footnote after this.

From my side of the world, exploring jungles are inevitable. So far, what I learned were these. It was like a battle of survival for some, and paradise for another. Some would rather live in the adventure of the woods, while others prefer the calmness of a river. Some would hunt to preserve themselves during hibernation, and others prefer to live every morning sunshine. The difference seems irrelevant, yet somehow the relationship is linked by known streams which make them connect with each other.

I don’t want to make this long. So I will be straight to the point metaphorically. How ironic.

My dearest, it is not all about how you survive the wilderness, its knowing that you are still human and the roles you have to play to stay human. The stock you mustered does not amuse me, neither does your tales of incompetence. Do not dig a beaver’s dam unless you heard the sound of the running water the way it did. If the vastness of the dam amazes you, keep it, you wouldn’t know the benefits by horribly blowing your trumpets. Bliss silenced the juvenile. Domestic harmony is not shaped in the clouds to peruse all life forms. It is written in the wind and recognized by the blinds. The constellations are not made for lies. We do not own our lives hence it is bound to be shared. Share your bounty and misery, one cannot have too much of the other. I do not bear the wisdom that you seek, nor the ammunitions for your hunting. I may let you get in my nest, but I urge you not to trust me.

**the writings may translate to fair number of interpretations. Coincidences are not intended by the author.
**batobato sa langit ang tamaan wag magagalit
**stone stone in heaven, when you’re hit, don’t get angry!