Two Sides of It

There is night time in the absence of day,
Who'd know wellness, if he had been into pain?
I know dark because I've seen light,
I've known blindness because I am in sight.

There is lost in the absence of having,
Who'd know how to receive if he isn't giving?
I know the noise because I've heard silence,
I've known peace because of the violence.

A Tale of a Pair of Slippers

I just want to share this story written by Evrhoy Coja, a friend of my husband. He is presently studying at TUP Visayas. I hope you enjoy reading and learn lessons from the story.

While trying to cross the lake, my great great grandfather who was a fisherman in their town saw one piece of a pair of slipper floating in the cold water. Looking around, he wondered where it came from. He assumed it belonged to someone from an affluent family seeing its quality. He couldn't wear it as the size was that of a little boy.

When he arrived home, he gave this one slipper to my great grandfather. The son told his father it's completely useless having only one of the pair, and returned it back. His father insisted telling him to just keep it.