J A N U A R Y, S U N D A Y 5, 1 9 9 7.
"How was your Christmas and New Year, son? Balita ko hindi ka raw sumama doon sa inarrange naming party ng dad mo kasama ng mga kaibigan mo. Hayy! Galit ka sa'min ng dad mo? Sorry na. Babawi ako promise" She's really lovely. I smiled as a response.
Party isn't my thing. Being surrounded with people makes me feel uncomfortable. I prefer to be alone. I don't need a validation from friends or family before taking action.
"And it's 4 days before your birthday, son. Excited ka na ba? Ininvite ko lahat ng mga kaibigan mo, pati na rin lahat ng mga kaibigan namin ng dad mo. I want it to be your best birthday ever!"
"Elizabeth, I'm off to a business trip in Europe"
It's just me who will decide. I don't need to stop for a second guessing everything I say, or every move I make because I'm afraid someone is going to be offended, or saddened, or angered.
"Huh? Kristoff, honey. Malapit na ang birthday ni Ezekiel—"
You'll quickly see that solitude means you don't have to keep apologizing for what you have done.
"He's a tough man. Right son?" I nodded as a response.
Once you are alone, the only person's happiness you have to worry about in that moment, is your own.
