One of the hardest survey questions ive ever had to answer was: If you had to lose one of your senses, what would you choose to lose?



i wouldnt want to lose my eyesight because i would never see how sweetly my godaughter bianca smiles, or how wonderful the moon looks with clouds obscuring it slightly, or how the young people in fullcup look like with their hands raised in worship, or how my future mate would look like all tousled up in the morning

i wouldnt want to lose my sense of taste because i would never know the taste of Kimono Ken's Yaki Soba, or my mom's sinigang, or McDonald's double cheeseburger, or Ate Mayette's polvoron

i wouldnt want to lose my sense of smell because how else would i know that the food im cooking is burning or what newly fresh grass smells like or get high when i go to gasoline stations or cringe at the smell of cigarette smoke on my shirt

i wouldnt want to lose my sense of touch because i would never be able to run my hands through his hair or touch the leaves of a new book for the first time or hold a baby's cheeks between my two hands or feel the  sand coarse through my fingers

i wouldnt want to lose my hearing because i would never be able to hear a single note ever again or my brother's laughter or the tinkling of bamboo chimes or even the sound of jeepneys which i usually find so annoying

so i go to bed every night praying that God wouldnt take any of those things away from me. and God would always ask me, "Would You still praise me if I did take away one, two, or all of them?"

I would love to say that my answer would be a whole-hearted "Yes!"

But if im true to myself, I would have to admit that there's still a part of me that would probably think twice about it. Or curse. Or turn away from Him

And I would never be satisfied until I can truly and honestly and wholeheartedly say that I would praise You even if my brain is the only part of my body that is working properly