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Saw the movie 'Whiplash' along the road on my iPad last night. My son put it in there, as I needed something to tide me by my upcoming trip to Cebu. Delayed flights are now a norm in this country, one does not even become annoyed anymore at schedules moved three hours from the booked time. I was curious about the JK Rowlings Oscars win, so I watched prematurely. That's one movie down out of three in the tablet. No regrets, however. It is a movie about a heartless, cruel, driven conductor of a jazz band in one of the best  music schools in the world; and the students who crawled, endured, and scrambled for his opinion on the way they play the sax, the piano, or in this movie, the drums. Only his opinion mattered to his students, and all of them did absolutely everything to get into his ensemble. Bloodied hands forced to beat on that drum set just so to get 'his' tempo, not theirs, not the way it is written on the music sheets. Tears flowing from the best music studen...

Like every year, 2015 was a year of mistakes, of learning lessons, of rising above all these and, finding my peace. Hindsight, from then, towards now, the depth at which these are presented to me seem be further and further down my soul. Perhaps the older I become, the more sensitive. Or maybe it is menopause, or I am simply wired this way. Nonetheless, it comes to me clearly now, I learned the most from my children.  I look at them both, and I am so grateful they did not become like me. And I say that not to put myself down. I am a very complicated person, only a few do get me. My kids are complicated people, too, but the type which is tempered with the kindness of heart, from which understanding and calm springs. Better than my complexities. I am only able to understand the world, I think, because of the wisdom I gathered from the world itself through the years.  At a young age, my kids went through stuff which they were not supposed to, mainly because their parents' doing (...