story
As I sat there inside the jeepney …watching the scenery.. Trying to comprehend what's going on with my life.. Trying to understand things that I don't have time to ponder on… as I stare outside… looking at the faces of the people I passes by…. Some are alone, some are not… some have this serious look and some don't.. I came to understand that these people have their stories to tell… that little child in uniform… the driver of the jeepney… my co-passengers. They, too, have their own lives to weave.. Stories that no one care to listen to except their own set of friends and family. And then I realized that life is but an entwined stories.. Once in a while people walked in and out of our lives to brighten our story. Just like the classification of stories, our lives are classified. Some lives a life of tragedy, some are fairy tales, some lives a life full of action… some stories make you cry, some makes you laugh and some are mixture of all. My life in not a life of tragedy-- it's not a fairy tale.. it's not a life full of action either. For 24 years… my life is all about family. I haven't been away that much…haven't been far from their love. I'm closely supervised… I am very much protected from all pain. I've never really experience much hurt -- I had a wonderful childhood, I enjoyed it very much playing until I get tired… the only tragedy I consider is the fact that I refused to grow and experience pain as it is. As I reach my destination, I've come to realize that as long as I am alive-- I weave my own story…i am responsible to decide where and when the story ends and what kind of ending my story is going to have.. then I started to hope [again] that when I am old.. I'll be able to tell a story like no other.
What's your story?
posted by jaded fool @ 2:22 AM
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