I like that word. I think for the past weeks, that’s what I’ve been feeling, though I try not to admit to myself. Probably because I’m scared, and probably because I don’t want to feel this way ever again. I think the worst thing is to be in a state of constant longing and never really satisfy it. Like, the way you miss some things in your life that you know will never happen again, or worse, the way you miss people. I dread to think what loneliness there is in store for one who is never constantly satisfied.
And for that, I am thankful to God, because He constantly satisfies. And do I need that now more than ever —Him, His presence, His being my Lord, my Savior. His being the only one to truly ever understand me.
Otherwise, I would be in this never ending cycle of constant longing. Pangungulila sa nakaraan, sa nakalipas, sa hindi na mauulit.