Fifty

Some years from now and I will be fifty. This did not occur to me, until now. I always felt young.

I will now allow the number, fifty, to make me feel old. We are all too young to be of great service to the world.

I was reading the post Walk the Last Mile. I will reach not sooner than anyone else of my age. But whatever I can give today, I must. Life cannot be measured by age.

I will keep mine evergreen.

#fifty

Holy Place

Churches are sinner’s sanctuaries. In the Holy Place, we hope we get ourselves cleansed. Sundays are cleansing days. And the other six days are meant to be spent outside the Holy Place.

Imagine how our lives will change if we start thinking of our bodies as sanctuaries too. We become more aware of our actions. We guard ourselves against impure thoughts and evil intentions. We protect our bodies from anything that will destroy it.

We can change the way we think about our sanctuaries.

Jef Menguin

When life throws you a curveball…

… keep your eye on the ball, and with all your might hit it. You’ve been to many curveballs before. You missed some. You hit some. Swing your bat and hit the ball.

There is always something new, something that you’ll not be able to predict, something that you are not prepared. But that’s what life is all about. So, when it happens to you, enjoy its amazingness.

A curveball can be an opportunity to make a homerun. So, swing your bat. Hit the curveball.

Jef Menguin

#postaday #audaciouschangemakers

Carpe Diem

Those are the words that I want to remember everyday. Seize the day!

But I do not need a tatoo for that. And I do not have any intention to have any. I respect people who have tattoos. But that’s not for me; just like smoking which is not for me.

Jef

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”

Last Chance

It was a song I listened to when I was in high school.

Last Chance was written by a seminarian. And this song inspired me to enter a Catholic seminary and study for priesthood. The song taught me that I will not live forever and that this could be my last day, my last chance to show my love — to God and to people around me.

What if this is my last day? What if this is my last chance?

I do not remember the lyrics anymore. I do not remember who wrote it. But I will never forget its message. Last Chance serve as a constant reminder that I in everyday, I must give my love and whatever I can do best — because this day could be my last chance.

Last Chance…it is always there to remind me to live this day as if this is my last.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Always Something There to Remind Me.”

Jef Menguin