Ibong Adarna broke all the stereotypes that were in my head before I went to see the production. Before, I would think of men and women in white leotards and tutus, with fairies and winged creatures dancing on tiptoes.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, meeting the sweat that streamed from her brows. That was a picture of tenacity if I ever saw one. She was clearly fighting through the pain.
Because that’s what it is in this life. We are all going through some kind of pain. We just have different ways of dealing with it. Some conceal it with cheerfulness, hoping the pain will either be contained or completely heal. That, I guess, is my everglow.
Passion, on the other hand, is for suckers. They are aware of the pains that go with the pursuit, and yet they do it anyway. Why? Because they take pleasure in the pain, knowing that once they reach their peak, the reward is ethereal. Otherworldly. Hedonic.
Kapag turista, walang hiya-hiya. Baket, magkikita ba kayo ulit ng mga locals? Unless, isa sa kanila ang “the one” mo. Ewan ko sa yo.