So many questions...

It rained real hard today, brought out the brown waters and the rainy gear. Felt like a downpour in ordinary time, the much-delayed rainy season trying to assert its reign, none too succesfully it seems. The rains stopped sometime during my return trip from the flooded Aurora Blvd-Araneta Ave junction in Sta Mesa to the drizzling quiet of the QC Central Post Office.  Yap, I mailed out the 23 books, to the Netherlands, the US, Canada and Ireland, and of course to my fellow bookmoochers in the metropolis.

It rained on my day, despite what was supposed to be quite a special get-together.  Sometimes you just never figure out why two people who are so into each other just can't let each other be, just be, not to have to try so hard to be anybody. To just be and be accepted as is.

And then there is the question on how hard it is to do a good job... or is that because the standards differ and the commitment to excellence even more variable.

On to the question of choices, happiness or righteousness.  single blissfulness or two-getherness with friction and combustion.  Compromise or independence... 

So many questions today... the answers are not as many, and even harder to accept.