Sunday, August 1, 2010

Because We Have Always Been






I was crossing the boulevard when I saw through the gaps between the overhead railroads how beautiful the sky was. It was almost 5 in the afternoon and while wispy clouds quietly march under the blazing sun, it diffuses the sunlight leaving a soft haze filtering the blue horizon. The occasional wind caresses the skin. It trails large swaths of the epidermis, which would usually bear the brunt of the same fiery orb especially when work shift ends in the afternoon. Some people crossed the boulevard as well. Others are waiting for a jeep that would plant them elsewhere. The rest are just there to pass time or do business in the street. And while everyone hurried on with their lives on a blissful dusky weekend, a desire to slow time became the impulse of the mind.

Thus I began to walk leisurely.

And tried to see things the way a sentience would see life for the first time.

Earlier, the FX I boarded at Baclaran covered the stretch of Roxas Boulevard in minutes. On my left was the bay, and beyond was the mighty silhouette of a sleeping mountain lying in the heart of a peninsula. At Quiapo, I waded through a sea of people as mendicants, traders and the faithful converge at a plaza fronting a sacred Church. Finally, as I exit a convenience store (with a Minute Maid on my hand) before taking the final crossing going home, I chanced upon a lad standing behind a lamppost who looked around as if waiting for someone. His spectacled eyes scanned every person walking towards his direction. Firmly holding his mobile phone, one could feel his anxiety. My hope is for the stranger he is waiting to arrive soon.

These scenes remind us how everything remains in place only for a moment. Like the azure sky and the staggering ball of light which the wistful clouds tried to hide. Soon, everything will be engulfed by darkness. And while subjects under the sun passes over to the dominions of the night, the threshold becomes too fleeting, one cannot help but hold on to things that are bound to pass.

They say no sunsets are alike and its grandeur lies at how dramatic it casts a shadow over the living. Finding my place in the order of things, its no wonder I have always been faithful to the dusk knowing that after embracing twilight, the things I hold dear will probably be mine no more.





14 comments:

red the mod said...

And we trudge on, keeping on moving. Persevering and mindful, resilient. That tides will bring amiable waves for us to swim across. Along the barren seas of our solitary sojourns.

canonista said...

This is such a very beautiful post, Mugen. It gave me goosebumps as I read through the article. I rarely get goosebumps on something.

At this point, I wonder how many strangers walk, and think of these thoughts, the same way as you do, as thinkers do.

In this post, you beautifully expressed, you are... Alive.

I am honored to witness the evolution the satellite that hovers silently in space. Watching and listening to the music and play of beating hearts, wandering minds, broken souls, soaring spirits, and of broken dreams as well as happy endings.

I will always be the planet that you once anchored upon. The space between us maybe infinite, but the pulsating waves of our souls, will always be in touch across the universe.

Guyrony said...

The most beautiful experiences brought to us are sometimes being taken for granted.

I know what you did last saturday.

Bwahahahaha!

Nyahahahaha!

Hahahahahaha!

Cio said...

wow, profound. keep on appreciating small things kasi madalas bigger reflections at aral sa buhay ay sa kanila nakikita

PILYO said...

Finding my place in the order of things, its no wonder I have always been faithful to the dusk knowing that after embracing twilight, the things I hold dear will probably be mine no more.

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my interpretation on that line must be wrong, could u share me your thoughts next time i see you.

nonetheless, I AM HAPPY FOR YOUR PAPA JOMS.

Kung noon hayagan kung sinasabing ayaw ko kay EXOTIC # 2, this time, ang masasabi ko: SUPORTAHAN TA KA.

labyu.

Kane said...

But you forget Mugen, the sun always shines tomorrow.

~Carrie~ said...

Enjoy the moment, kumbaga. :)

E said...

punyeta ang galing...

soltero said...

as always, you never fail to inspire us with your beautiful posts :)

maginoongbulakenyo said...

anong klaseng nilalang kaba? galing mong magsulat..potek!!!

Lyka Bergen said...

Wow!

orallyours said...

hats off!
damn creative writers
(inggit much)

REDMAN said...

Great artist ! ilan pa meron ganyan ngayun sa pinas?


its no wonder I have always been faithful to the dusk knowing that after embracing twilight, the things I hold dear will probably be mine no more.


Nice very inspiring !

Isipin mo lang kung di para sa atin may mas magandang pagkakataon at manyayari sa buhay natin ang darating. kung di man para sa atin siguro may tamang tao para sa bagay na yun . ipagpatuloy mo ang paglikha ng mga nakakaInspire na mga ganitong magagandang blog . godbless

Fickle Cattle said...

Things become important only because they can be lost. Lovely.

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