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S.O.S.


Normally in a conversation when corresponding parties are amenable to talk about anything, such candor signifies an exchange of thoughts about “practically anything under the sun.” It’s a kind of openness usually shared by people with close ties. Talk about irony, “they’re close yet they’re open.” Speaking of which, there is nothing peculiar about this blog site’s title: Switching On the Sun. As candid as every article in here will be, it is initially intended to be my unsolicited guiding principle to my children. As of the moment, they’re quite young to even read this. Inspired by the movie “My Life” starring Michael Keaton, I thought of ‘blogging’ about possible views I could be exchanging with my kids when they’re both grown-ups however in a sad and unpredictable circumstance I might not get a glimpse of.

I’m not dying just yet or so my current health condition says so. Then again, the incalculability of our being motivates me to be rather ready. What if I'm gone just when my daughter starts falling in love for someone or my son is going through identity crisis perhaps...

I would like to believe that I’m on the right track as far as fatherhood is concerned. Far from perfect, my flaws will be ominously cited to hopefully ward them off from falling caused by the same missteps. Although my being perceptive of every situation they’ll probably live through as much as my truthfulness is material, thus, to be liberal of my every perspective would mean anything under the sun.

 Additionally, spontaneous as it is, I’m the one opening up. Should a shoulder to cry on be yearned for, the distress signal S.O.S. would have a similar yet complementing meaning. Its accessibility doesn't have to be coursed through Morse code though. Hoping to shed some light during dark moments or exude warmth during cold nights, read on and feel my comforting (or scorching) presence. Hence, I am by some means, Switching On the Sun.
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