To Dylzaree From Dylzaree… A Letter to Confused Minds

Seriously, Dylzaree Recentes, the only child of Rebecca and Rizaldy Recentes, what have you been eating?

Why does three (3) INCs and one (1) F not alarm you anymore? Are you going crazy or something?

What has gotten into your cooky head?

First of all, you were not once like this. But of course you weren’t unless I wouldn’t be asking you all of these damn questions.
Just think, you are now at the peak of you College year! You are absolutely crazy to not be taking any of these offenses seriously. What are you thinking about right now. chicken? Stop it. This is insane. How on Earth, in heaven’s name, in all of the universe will you graduate in four year’s time with this kind of record? Kindly explain to me how the hell you are going to take your internship this summer. How are you going to break this news to your mother? Think. Think. Think.

I don’t now where you went wrong along the road to experiencing everything and anything you can grab your hands on. But honestly, along that road, you lost sight of the other priorities. You weren’t looking and thinking hard enough, that’s for sure and your grip on your other priorities weren’t that hard and secure either. So another question, what can you do now?

Dearest Nagging Dylzaree inside me crazy mind,
Well what do you think? Of course I don’t have any answers to your 20 20 questions. Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking them if I did already have answers.

All my INCs freak me out, yes. And my F?! The hell! I have an F it’s effin insane. But why don’t I feel my heart aching or my world about to crush? I don’t know still. I guess I didn’t do anything entirely WRONG or stupid. I guess my priorities, yes, were not set straight. There were a dozen things that I chose to do other than what was already set for me and this reason might just drive my mother mad. Anyway, why I’m not sad or freaking out or clawing my eyes out over my INCs and F? (Shit fuck I have an F) Well, because what’s done has been done. Those grades have already been posted online, you see and I cannot do anything except accept that fact and not dwell on those INCs and 1 F. 

If my classmates had found out oh lord they would freak! My mother would probably cry and my father will probably hang me. But other than that, shit, it’s already been done. I’d made my choice and though they were not totally wrong, there were things I should have attended to first. But do I regret, sort always choosing dance first? Well, no. Not one bit, because every second of it I’ve cherished. I cannot exchange those experiences, and would not exchange those experiences for any other. No classroom professor or instructor could have given me the opportunities that dance so far had. I had wanted a life different from any other ordinary student, hence my predicament now. But I am going to make this work. If I have to extend a year or to be able to do my internship outside of Visayas and Mindanao, then so be it (?). That is if my mother and father will permit me. If not, I will have to make do and not be so idealistic then. But whatever happened to dreaming big, huh? Yes, dreaming big. But nowadays, following one’s bliss seems to be more appealing and satisfying than conforming to a standard of norms.

What oh what will my mother say to that? So help me God.

Dangerous Mind

Therefore, I conclude, it is definitely dangerous to be left alone – literally all by yourself, in a room, with just your thoughts.

A good friend of mine once told me that it scared him to be alone and with so much time to think of so much. I didn’t agree with him back then because I have always been left alone in my room when I was a kid and I have always preferred it that way.

And now, I never realized that I have gotten used to the comfort of other people’s noise and racket. I didn’t realize that I have gotten used to chilling out with company and I know for sure that I didn’t used to. I always managed being alone and now I can’t seem to get away from myself.

If only I could step away from myself, even for just one second – to shake myself up. “Dylzaree, wake up! Wake up! Get over the devastation and pain your feeling. Stop pitying yourself and move on from that loss! MOVE ON.”

I can’t! Lord, I can’t. Ever since there hasn’t been a Silliman University Kahayag Dance Company in my life – ever since Silliman University decided to throw away Kahayag, I’ve never felt the same. My life has never had any direction and my life has never made any sense but at least Kahayag always made sense. I felt and I knew that I was doing something useful and at the same time I knew that there was always this happiness I felt that could not be explained whenever I was in the studio.

And now I’m thinking of that loss again. Too much time to think. I can’t have that. I almost feel like I’m going to go crazy. I have to much time to ponder on things that I cannot even explain in one write-up and even here – in WordPress, no less, I can still say, it’s a long story.

Because it is. My love for dance; my love for Kahayag; my disappointment in my very own University – goes a really long way.

Though I haven’t experienced being brokenhearted because of a boy-girl relationship, well, this, I know, is definitely a heartbreak that equals such. I cannot stop thinking about Kahayag. I can’t stop thinking on the things that I should be doing along with my Kahayag co-dancers on a certain day, on a certain time of the day, and on a certain minute of the hour.

I am starting to go crazy! And I should stop this because going crazy is exhausting me. I am emotionally exhausted so good night.