Jamjam, the Wonder Kid

This is one of those days that I am really down. It’s summer in this country but it feels gloomy and rainy. The sky is clear and blue but all I see is haze.
All of my dreams seem impossible to reach. My career just ended and I am near bankruptcy. My friends seems far to reach and everything I do is a failure. Yes, it seems I failed miserably.
I ask now if this is the punishment for my sins. Why do these things have to happen. Where is God in all of my miseries.
Just this morning I opened my mail and read a letter from a preacher. He wrote “See Him beside you this whole Wednesday!” Beside me this morning is my daughter Jamjam. She is a healthy wonderful two year old kid. Everyday she shows me new talents. When she was one year old she could sing in the videoke. And every time I look at her I see how beautiful, healthy, wonderful, talented this angel from God is. Truly she is a living proof that God loves me. And this makes me very happy.
I remember now a story of a guy that when he was young he prayed to God that he’ll be given three sons someday. He asked God that he wants the eldest to be a lawyer so that he could help the poor in their community have justice. The second to be a policeman so that there will be peace and order in their neighborhood. And the youngest to be a professional basketball player because he loves basketball so much. The young man continued to be a good Christian and after years he got married. But instead of three sons he was given three daughters. The eldest became a teacher. The second became a nun and the youngest had a Poliomyelitis. This disabled her from walking but did not stop her in becoming a well known musician.
After years of serving God and having a wonderful and happy life with her wife and three daughters the man past away with natural death or old age. In heaven, God accepted him and embraced him with peace and serenity. But maybe out of curiosity the man asked God why he was given three daughters when he asked for three sons. A teacher instead of a lawyer. A nun instead of a policeman. And a disabled musician instead of a professional basketball player. Then God answered him. I gave you three daughters. The eldest a teacher, to give good education to the young so that they’ll be reliable and competent individuals. The second, a nun so that she’ll help the church in saving lost individuals to find Me, thy God again in their lives. Finally your youngest daughter a musician so that she’ll serenade you with the music of my love all the rest of your life. What I gave you is more than what you are asking.
There is a joke that if you want God to laugh at you tell Him your plans. Many times in our lives we became blind by our ambitions. We must always be reminded that there is nothing sure in this world except the will of God. Let us now start seeing the love of God for us and not our miseries. And you don’t have to look far. “See Him beside you this whole day”.

Artist's Philosophy

Of all the gifts God gave to man the finest is his free will. Second to life itself. It is the essence of man. It is what separates man from all the other creatures of God. By ones choice or action he is judged if he is worthy to be called the man created by God.

The child of free will is art. It is man's self-expression. It is synonymous to freedom of expression. Every art is unique since every man is unique. How man perceives art is also unique as how man perceives beauty. As how man perceive life.

Art is like life. It all depends to the person's perception. Truly beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The gauge of how beautiful life is, depends uniquely to every man.

A professor of mine once walked in the streets of Manila during summer. It is very hot, humid and dusty. He noticed a very old beggar asking for coins to the passers while bathing to the heat of the sun all day. Beside the beggar was a newspaper stand. One tabloid headline reads 'Young Matinee Idol Commits Suicide." My professor stops for awhile and asks himself how could this young man kill himself when he has everything. Money, women, good looks, popularity, youthfulness, what more could he ask for. While this old beggar is still striving for a few coins. Why not just threw himself to the vehicles speeding in front of him. Like my professor, my conclusion too is that it's all a matter of perception.

Like life the beauty of art depends solely to the individual. It is how man perceives art that makes it beautiful.

Those who believe that they found the beauty in life. Let as show that beauty to the world. Let as show our art.