I feel like I’ve sub-consciously chosen to lose a lot of my childhood memories. I couldn’t gather whether they were mostly good or bad.
I stand tall with the idea that people shouldn’t live in the past. Like I’ve said in a couple of interviews before that the more you dwell on your past, the more you prolong certain issues or pains you may have that should have been over and done with.
I’m currently dealing with this, and it concerns a very close member of the family. Over the past years, I’ve learned to let go and move on.
I learned that cutting a few branches off my tree trunk can actually make me grow even larger, larger than life, that is. I write such articles on things I’ve learned because I know I’m not the only one going through this.
I feel somehow connected to every one of you who reads my articles and e-mails me right after.
Everyday problems at work or at home are things we live by in this world. If there were no trials, there would be no maturity.
I was lucky enough to have learned the best of both worlds, forgetting and remembering the past.
After all the tests and trials we’d been faced with, there’s nothing better than knowing that we walk out of each situation stronger and smarter.
There’s no difference between you and me. We are all equal, with purposes in life that come with various ups and downs.
We always find a place to run to everytime we have important events going in our lives.
We make it a point to always let each other into our hearts and share how we feel on certain things. I haven’t been in school for quite some time now, for years in fact.
My sister and I were cleaning up the storage room the other day and accidentally found some things from middle and high school.
It was an emotional moment for me to see my school work from at least five years ago and find some of the little notes my classmates and I sent to each other.
Thank God for Internet! I searched for some of my classmates’ names in some sites and found a way to contact them!
After all these years, I was able to get in touch with some of the people who mattered most to me during my tough times in high school.
It felt as if the nearly six years I’ve spent in Manila is worth twice as much as the ups and downs an average person goes through.
So, I gave them a call and met up with them for dinner. It was a very weird situation for me to see my friends again.
I felt like finding the child in me again. I realized there’s more to life than just work and show business.
It was so nice to talk about the good old times, since they knew me way before I entered the entertainment industry.
It was very refreshing. These types of things are priceless. Good friends are hard to find, and you’ll be lucky if you could find two in a lifetime.
Letting go, yet hanging on to good memories keeps us grounded. There’s a fine line between looking back and dwelling in the past.
People who loved us even before we reach the heights of success are those who matter most.
I couldn’t be any happier finding genuine people to spend time with. I can be myself, no one else.
This was the highlight of my US trip.
By the way, I was nearly starstruck when my sister and I saw a Hollywood star at the park. It was a beautiful day to spend time with my niece and nephew.
We saw Adam Sandler playing with his daughter at the park along with two nannies and a bodyguard.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing! I reached for my cellphone so I can have a picture with him, only to see it run out of battery.
I love Adam. Who doesn’t? He’s such a nice guy. In fact, his daughter was playing with my niece.
There were very few people at the park that time and so he and my sister were actually chatting about kiddie stuff. I, on the other hand, was trying to keep my jaws from dropping.
I really wish I was able to take a shot with Adam. I hope we can get to see him again the next time we bring the kids to the park.
Last week, I wrote about Michael Copon. I would like to correct a mistake I made on the name of the group he, Brandy and her brother Ray J are working with. The group is called Total Knock Out or T.K.O, instead of The Knock Out.
Have a wonderful Sunday!
(E-mail me at julianapalermo785@yahoo.com.)