A noticed a dramatic surge in the number of letters I receive during the past several days, all asking for advice. Most of them from confused guys, typically in the closet, asking: Migs, what should I do?
I feel so honored and trusted by many of you, so thanks very much. But the other side of this coin is a feeling of great responsibility. This blog has truly become more than just my blog. It is where I take on that sweet burden to be a reader’s sounding board, someone’s virtual friend. I really don’t know how, till when, or if I can even continue taking on this role. I just know that I’ll do this as long as I possibly could.
So to you my dear letter senders, do cut me some slack. I obviously need some time to address your issues, if at all I could. Hang in there, while your virtual friend and blogger Migs attends to so many of you the best he could, while living his own busy life. I suspect that I may be disappointing some letter senders so I advance my apologies. Tao lang po. Bakla pa Hehe!
It seems that the world is just so busy challenging each and every one of us with all the issues cropping up in our own lives. And you know what? Sometimes the best advice is really the simplest one. Breathe. That’s it. Breathe. Huminga ka lang. Because many times, really, we are our own worst enemy, we are the one choking, asphyxiating, stifling ourself. Kaya naman, breathe. Slowly, deeply. Breathe.
And remind yourself that however cruel the world may be, it is also the most paradoxically beautiful thing. Life can be a bitch, yes, but it can also be a hunky, chunky delicious piece of a man. So breathe, and beam a smile while you’re at it.
*Hugs* to all, from Migs, the Manla Gay Guy. X0X0