When I learned two days ago of my colleague’s WAKE – as described by a friend of mine– is the term which came about in the earlier times when kith and kin of the beloved departed waited for the corpse to wake up from its slumber— the realization that LIFE is indeed a mere borrowed existence in this piece of the universe dawned on me.

I paused and pondered. And asked myself, What actually is my purpose in life?

Before this deep reflection, my heart was prepared to write a blog about the whole acrimonious experience with a realtor who made my life a living hell right from the date of the fully-executed contract by her wee-hour texts ranging from transaction-related to piddling matters till the closing date.

I could have written a 3-page blog to chronicle her real bad and barbaric behavior. BUT why bother? Would this blog make me a happier and better person in the eyes of the reader. 

Perhaps, writing it could release the pent-up anger and frustration at the expense of that person. Sadly, it takes a sorrowful event to slam and slap us hard to face the reality that life is too short to be registering wrongs.

After an ordeal to get past my mourning, I looked up the ceiling and stared at it with wandering thoughts. My mind wandered. And it wondered. What have I done for myself lately? I have no regrets being home with the dogs for years without a vacation. I have worked seven days a week to fend for the family. — It is the volatility of our job that puts me into this situation. We all need security. Future security–with emphasis in the word FUTURE.

What of future if you don’t know what the future holds?

That’s it. I grabbed my cellphone and called my son to tell him that we need a vacation. A vacation with the dogs. A time away from work. No emails, no business calls. I want to:

  • Live Life to the Fullest as if it is your last
  • Cherish each moment and rejoice the joy of living (joie de vivre)
  • I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.(Jack- movie Titanic)


Our lives are like tiny molecules that can dissipate with a blink of an eye. 


About Maria Gilda Racelis

I am a full-time realtor and a no-nonsense individual when it comes to rendering services to my clients. I take my job and the responsibility it entails seriously. My clients come first. I ensure that they know and feel I am working for their best interest. However, I do not carry out tasks to compromise my principle. I conduct my business with pride, honesty and integrity. I will do whatever it takes to meet their goals while adhering to my principle. "And the connection I make with the clients throughout the process, that to me is how I define success." Buying and selling homes can be very stressful. It is my job to make the process easy and fun as can possibly be for my clients. I take personal gratification from the smile on the faces of highly satisfied clients. I have amassed 100% positive and rewarding testimonials from my clients after many years of experience in real estate business. To enhance competency in the field for my clients' benefit, I continually seek to further my knowledge and expertise. With this in mind, I hold the following designations and expect to add more as the need for them arise. If you are looking to work with a competent professional realtor who will put the best foot forward for your best interest, you have just read her profile. I am always available to listen to your concerns and questions. Please do not hesitate to contact me anytime.
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