A Toast to Two Nice Guys
Monday, April 20, 2009
For they could not love you, but still your love was true.
Nice guys always finish last. That's what people say. But HERE, it seems like it what people are determined to do so this is a toast to two of the nicest guys I know, who, it seems, are bound to be THEIR first victims.
You two, who are models of personal integrity. You spoke with truth what was in your mind, without fear, because it was what you thought was right, without malice because it was what you thought was true. Hence you were smothered by PEOPLE who hide behind fake smiles and silly grins, who hear only what they want to hear, see only what they want to see.
You, who are models of excellence, who demand the best from people because that is what you offer to give them. You strive to bring out the best in the people that you touch and at the same time bring out the best in you. But you are in a place that deludes itself of its standing and falls prey on those who remind them of the futility of their delusions.
You who are good friends, good sons, good guys. You were victims of the autocratic tendencies of those who have no real friends, who could not hope for sons, who will never be half the men that you are.
I salute you two.
Nice guys always finish last. That's what people say. But HERE, it seems like it what people are determined to do so this is a toast to two of the nicest guys I know, who, it seems, are bound to be THEIR first victims.
You two, who are models of personal integrity. You spoke with truth what was in your mind, without fear, because it was what you thought was right, without malice because it was what you thought was true. Hence you were smothered by PEOPLE who hide behind fake smiles and silly grins, who hear only what they want to hear, see only what they want to see.
You, who are models of excellence, who demand the best from people because that is what you offer to give them. You strive to bring out the best in the people that you touch and at the same time bring out the best in you. But you are in a place that deludes itself of its standing and falls prey on those who remind them of the futility of their delusions.
You who are good friends, good sons, good guys. You were victims of the autocratic tendencies of those who have no real friends, who could not hope for sons, who will never be half the men that you are.
I salute you two.
posted by Lubert at 5:34 AM | Permalink
4 Comments:
alam mo bang Vincent ang dream kong tugtugin sa gitara back when i was a hopeful? hahahahha.
that particular line was the first line in a song that i really understood.
and when no hope was left in sight
on that starry, starry nightsad nga.. :(
pati pala yung...
"with eyes that know the darkness in my soul"
pero later ko na ata naintindihan yun nung tumanda na ko. hehehehe.
sino to? :)