Odious sentiments fill empty souls;
Who ever thought Shakespearean tragedies
Could ever turn into flower prose?
Odious sentiments fill empty souls;
Who ever thought Shakespearean tragedies
Could ever turn into flower prose?
It’s sweet. Finally, reality now tastes as sweet as—if not more than—fantasy. Nowadays, I sleep for the sole reason of resting and not as an escape from what is real.
As I hold the hand of the woman I cherish with all my heart, I feel invincible, as if the world is a small hurdle I merely have to hop through. My heart sits on my chest, as calm as it can be. But as soon as I am in the presence of my beloved, it begins to beat hurriedly no matter how calm I think I may be. Sometimes, we’d go spend the night beside the sea, tummies full due to the snacks we had eaten. Wind blows through our hair and as I sit with her beside me, staring into the thin line between the sea and sky, I find the future less scary. For the first time in years, I am brave enough to rush through the days with no anxiousness for the upcoming endeavors. Everything seems to have landed in place, every plan sorted out, every wish carried through.
Every time we sit on the concrete beside the sea, you ask me what kind of thoughts I am having whenever I lose words from my mouth and just stare at the distance. There would be times when I’d turn my head with eyes brimming with tears. Sometimes, you notice this and other times, the darkness hides it successfully. The first time you saw the tears, they were sad and full of fear. Fear of losing you. Nevertheless, during the other times when the tears were not evident enough, they were due to an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment. It was suddenly clear to me how tears of happiness could come at moments of silence and just sheer contentment while sitting next to someone you love. With a heart that beats oh so furiously and the warmth of your presence near me, I finally long for the future and what it holds in its clasped hands. I aspire for everything with you and for you. With you, my heart is always smiling. Until now, I still cannot believe how lucky I am to feel this way, to feel this happy, to feel this content. Until now, it’s still surprising how sweet reality could be just because of one person; because of you.
With a genuine smile and a sigh of relief, I can say with utmost sincerity that I have found my partner in life, my little ball of sunshine, and my cool rain during a hot day. I am no longer living in a countdown. Instead, I find myself lingering over the present and the wonders of today. So thank you, love. Thank you.
Do you ever just stop and lie down for several minutes? With eyes shut so tightly, images start to flash in front of your very eyes. Memories. Each and every one, so precious that it makes your heart flutter and sink. Suddenly, you are reminded of the happiness you have once been able to give and have once given. You continue reminiscing, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Then, among the lively images, you spot a whole line of darker hues. “What are they?”, you wonder. In an instant, you are answered. You realize.
In an disorganized manner, they flush to you. Every wrong decision, every wrong action. You want to stop. You don’t want to remember anymore. However, you pause. You let it continue. You begin to understand that looking back is one of the ways to redeem yourself. You start to listen to every whisper of pain, to every tone change, to every deep tone in the music.
“I never should have done that.”
“She did not deserve that.”
“I became the kind of person I once despised.”
“I talked bad about these kinds of people before, unknowingly bashing the future me.”
It all comes back. The pain you’ve done and the emotional trauma it all has caused. You wish to start again, to correct your wrongs. But after seeing your even your friends taking the right side, after seeing the love of your life broken and shattered, you fall into a deep silence. It’s done. You’ve already done the damage. There’s no going back. There will be no starting overs. Only continuations and second chances.
You are instantly delighted by the idea, a second chance. Almost immediately, you forget your purpose. You stand in the light of hope, absent-mindedly letting go of your main goal. Redemption is now a mere thought that once passed your mind and that once resided for quite some time. You begin to forget as you enjoy the gleaming light. However, you stayed in the light for so long that the light dims once again. Your second chance is now moving away from you, inch by inch. The light that was once shone upon you begins to flicker. You panic. During that same moment, you begin to learn another lesson: you never learned anything at all, even from the recollection of events.
The light stops.
It’s over. You begin to understand a bit of everything but it seems it’s too late. With clenched fists, you fight. You want this so much and you want to succeed. You do all you could just to have a light shining upon yourself once again. No matter how small the light may be, you grin at the sign of hope. It is expected that this time, it is all you. At times, you gain thoughts about giving up. Nevertheless, you decide that it’s worth all the pain, especially since you’ve caused so much. However, now you are more knowledgeable. You should not mind the pain. You realize once again. This was never about you. All there is to pass through should not be for yourself.
All these is for her.
You nod at the thought, agreeing. And as you take a step on the ladder bit by bit, you decide. Bring happiness to the love I lost without having self-centered thoughts. It all may be too late but there is no other path in this life that you want to take.
Recently, I encountered an intriguing item in one of my many college entrance exams and it has not left my train of thoughts ever since I laid my eyes upon it. It was in the section where the purpose was to get to know the examinee better, I suppose. The items there created different routes that would help define who as a person by taking note of your responses to different things in your life. One item there had something to do with happiness and what it means to you. There were only four items: A, B, C, and D. I do not recall everything but the choices had something along the lines of “having inner peace” and others of the like. However, one particular item hit bulls-eye on what was running on my head that time. Among the more common answers about happiness stood one that people laughed about upon exiting the testing venue. It was not a laughing matter for me, though, since I did not really expect to find something that fit my own definition of happiness.
It was the choice I picked in the test, not because I wanted to wallow in self-pity nor because I wanted the exam checkers to have pity on me. I picked it because it was the sole thought that had entered my mind when I read the question for that particular number. I, however, did not shade the circle for that particular choice immediately. I actually spent a generous amount of that time for that item, contemplating whether I should let my thoughts out freely and let the exam checker know what kind of thoughts linger on my mind. I got paranoid, worried that it might affect my chances of qualifying for that said university. In the end, though, I ended up shading it despite the fears that constantly tried to warn me.
After the exam, I had a talk with a few of my friends who took the same exam I did. They mentioned about the item about happiness and kind of made fun of it, laughing at the choice which had “temporary”. I, of course, could not let them know that it had affected me in ways I didn’t know it could so I brushed it off and laughed along with them despite the empty feeling the realization gave me. I told them that it was what I picked and they were a bit surprised, probably because they didn’t think someone would actually pick such a choice among the more acceptable ones. Not wanting to ruin the playful mood, I added a chuckle after I mentioned it to my friends, making it seem like I found it rather amusing as they did. After it, the thought flew away along with the wind, as if we never talked about it. It just proves how minimal it was to them.
The thought never left my mind(it’s why I’m writing this right now) and kept bugging me every late night where everyone would be asleep and I had all the time in the world to contemplate about things and think a bit deeper. I realized how hollow I felt last night after several feelings of emotional outbursts(though I did not cry, I just felt really down). A simple sentence from my brother or my mother would be enough to get tears brimming on my eyes. It was weird but I have just realized that it was the result of having all the feelings bottled up securely in the confines of my heart. Nevertheless, I had come upon a conclusion that happiness should not be sought for(well, at least for me). Why? Because it’s temporary, everything is just a cruel cycle so even though I could get my feelings on the top, they would soon drop into the lowest point once again so why bother? Others would gladly take the risk as long as they’d experience it but the thought isn’t just so pleasing for me. I have treaded the paths in my life as if everything were normal during the day, only to get the empty, hollow feeling at night. It’s been like this for a while now and I guess it’s tolerable so far. I’d probably even get through my whole life like this. No one knows, I might change but for the meantime, I’m stuck, still searching for whatever it is that could heal.
Here I come, slowly taking big strides towards a more serious lifestyle. With every step and every intake of the breath, I could feel myself sinking into the depths of mild depression because of the inexplicable anxiety the concept of life causes me. Coming to think of it, I have spent almost all my life in the shadows of the roofs of concrete walls whose ulterior motives are to implant varying ideas and false concepts about how life should be seen as. Almost everyone has grown up to believe that they have to strive hard in order to attain a job of which they could settle with until the time when they would not be able to lift a finger anymore because of pure fatigue and of course, the nearing of the day when the ground will take you back because, apparently, it is where you truly belong.
It bothers me how we spend our limited and precious time on this hell hole–I mean earth– with the sheer motivation of, “I have to do this in order to get a stable job!”. In fact, every time I think further about it, tingles are sent to my spine—and they aren’t the good kind, believe me. The main concept of how life works is simply burdensome for me. Like, you are sent to school in order for you to get a stable job where you can supposedly achieve your dreams but with the consequence of having to go through a lot of stress and fatigue, doing the same things over and over again until you reach the age in which you lose the ability and energy to continue doing strenuous activities. By the time you reach this, you have all the time in the world for yourself. However, you would not be able to do all there is in your bucket list because your body will tend to decline, unlike how your past teenage body would’ve been able to do the task without a sweat. So yes, that’s how I would summarize life if someone were to ask me to. It’s kind of depressing, honestly but I suppose it’s better than the concept of eternal life.
A few others would claim that life is nothing more than making memories and having to go through ups and downs, and that is enough for them to feel as though life is such a bliss. Others, on the other hand, like to hold on to the belief that after such a stress-oriented lifestyle in the mortal world we live in, we would get to experience true happiness and gain inner peace as soon as our souls are sent to the other world wherein we would get to experience how forever is like. In all honesty, both forms of bliss caused by the two common mindsets are boggling for me. Forever is not such a sweet term for my taste buds. In fact, it is more of a needle which continuously pokes through the poor tasting senses, causing more pain than I can endure. Forever is such a long, long time and the thought alone scares me. (I’m actually experiencing shaky fingers right now as I type about this ‘forever’). Nevertheless, the thought of life having no such significance also frightens the soul out of me.
I honestly think that I may just be thinking too hard and too deeply but what can I do, I can’t help it. Not at all. It just bothers me so much that I had to get out of my /cough/ daily routine /cough/ just to rant this all out and to feel a little bit better than I have before. It was a small anxiety attack so I needed an outlet of some sort, sorry if this is as organized as my room, ehe.