The alphabet’s letter “K” must be really special, people are just so in love with it. Take my mom as an example, I send her texts randomly whenever I feel like it, could be the cheesy “Ma, I love you”, the overly used “I miss you ma, wa nako’y kwarta”, or the random-nonsensical-attention-grabber “Ma, gwapo ko. kbye”. It’s funny how I usually get the same reply, “K” just “K”, I even told her one time “Ma, there are 25 other letters in the alphabet” but of no surprise, I still got the ever loved “K”. I, later on, got used to it. I’m no Einstein but if ever my mom asks me to create her an Instagram account, I’ll surely place on her bio “Consistency is the K”.
Hilarious, but I wish life was as smooth and easy as the aforementioned conversation. I wish for all my questions to be answered promptly, and I wish for them to end “okay” consistently. But who am I kidding? Life’s not black and white; it’s a mad Jackson Pollock painting, abstract and colorful. Our questions are not always answered the way we always want it to be, may it be how, where, or when.