|Me and my friend Janz from Baguio City|
It has been a tradition among the Filipinos to give the highest preparation in every home when Christmas day comes. I grew up celebrating the holidays with my family back in Cavite with my brothers and sisters and always excited to receive gifts from our relatives and godparents.
I never knew time have outgrown this excitement of celebrating the Christmas Holidays with a very unclear reason.
I could still remember few years back when I failed to push through with my mother’s invitation for the Noche Buena and decided instead to mingle with the kids and common “dwellers” of Luneta Park. I even shared the night with them by taking a temporary refuge under the old Department of Finance Building. The beggars gave me the most comfortable cardboards available to sleep on. That was the coldest Christmas night I ever had but I received the warmest welcome from the unexpected people in my life.
That kind of memorable experience still haunts me whenever Christmas holidays come. It is not that I am not happy celebrating with my family but my heart goes to the less privileged members of the community having not much on their table but managed to be happy and be contended. Maybe this kind of merry emotions connects me to their hearts. I always feel that there is a missing piece of the puzzle in my life making me wonder where to find it.
This led me to my devotion to be always on the road during the holidays to find the missing piece. What could it be? Should I follow my heart to the path of discovering soulful celebrations? Or simply let the fireworks burst bringing hope to whatever my mysterious heart is longing for?
Happy Holidays Everyone!