Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda
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I have always feared grief
I have always feared grief. It was an emotion that I was warned about. That I, would soon sit alone, and lick the wounds caused by grief. Grief was always considered something to be feared, like a character in a myth that we shouldn’t dream of ever meeting but is deemed inevitable. Because honestly? Nothing has ever been permanent. Like a tree that would lose all its leaves when the autumn season comes, and dare I say that it will come, things would change.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda9 days ago in Motivation
Don't Waste Your Time
If the mother earth is completely destroyed, are you satisfied with the things you did to help? When NASA climate scientist Peter Kalmus, along with other scientists, chained themselves to the JP Morgan Chase Building in Los Angeles on April 6, they plead for the people to act on the climate crisis and for the leaders to discontinue the use of fossil fuels. This protest is after the alarming UN report that warns the people that the world will be experiencing the disruptions caused by climate change in three years if the fossil fuel continues to destruct the atmosphere.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda21 days ago in Earth
Gem on Broken Wires
The busy highway that connects the San Jose Del Monte and Caloocan City is full of different enterprises on both side of its four-lane road. So, it is no surprise to see merchants and workers scrambling under the blazing rays of sun with same goal on their minds – to earn. But for what? What are the reasons that kept them going? Well, this is the question that makes Filipino workers different from each other.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda21 days ago in Motivation
RETURN, REVISIT, AND REMEMBER: CELEBRATING THE ‘INDIO-GENIUS’ OF THE FILIPINOS
Once again, Magellan’s ship returned to the Philippine archipelago. Only this time, it’s on the marble floors of the National Museum of Anthropology as one of the installation artworks made by National Artist Kidlat Tahimik on October 22.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda23 days ago in History
Rainbow's End
"Will there always be a rainbow after the rain?" Sia whispered, flowing by the freezing wind that blew her red mid hair, wet and fuzzy. The rain poured over the night, and she was completely soaked despite the umbrella she was holding.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda24 days ago in Fiction