January 2, 2011. Today, it’s been raining cats and dogs. The heaven’s so dark and the rain is really pouring in and is doing everything it can to flood my world. I can’t do anything but to sigh; however, a soothing relief is filled in as coolness of the day creeps inside me. I just get to mesmerize every drop of it as it touches the soiled ground cracking its crystal physique.
Last night I had the stars over my head as darkness pitted in. It was even magnified when blackout enveloped for an hour or so. Sounds of crickets, frogs, and other insects coming from our backyard, which is entirely a rice field, completed the cinematography of the thoughts developing in my mind. Away from the urban zone, it was a night to remember best memories alongside the stark madness of beautiful gone-bys which always make me teary-eyed. It’s a provincial journey I always love to speak about and it’s still happening. But soon it won’t be as much have been changing in our place, the place where we have grown part of our lives and the place where we have learned to love and call our home. Sadly, there’s departing and the earth moving going on.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But one thing I am sure of is that in the next few days there will be emotion shift. Everything is also falling into places as the heaven is in the far outcry. Departure is knocking in and each of us in the family is invited to open the door and embrace its sense.
I have not started yet packing my things up to get ready for my flight later this week. Our eldest brother is also set to leave abroad a day ahead of me, so with our youngest sister who is readying herself to travel to a farther city for her university classes. Our home in a couple of days will be back to where it has been for some times now. It’s a home of endless departures where people just come and go. Enough has been said as we, children, have our own priorities in life so we need to leave our home leaving as well our beloved mom and dad, and our fond memories together.
Whenever I hear the word departure I always feel emptiness inside. Just the mere hearing of the word invokes the tearing of hearts and the beginning of an outpouring. Generally, it is emptiness we feel for we know part of ourselves will be left behind or somebody has to leave us for something else. But I don’t really understand deeply why this feeling always equates with sadness. I am sure it’s just our reaction to cope with such eventual. Like you and the rest of the world, I have stamped in mind the many suppositions that may be true along the way. I may suppose, it's maybe because our close attachment with the people we will be leaving behind or the one who will leave us behind will be temporarily distanced. It's maybe because our human nature to long for the comfort that we have reared with our dearest will be temporarily weaned. It's maybe because the bond that binds us towards building a lengthened and lasting companionship with the ones we used to hang out with will be temporarily shortened. Or, it's maybe because we will miss every happening we used to attend to in our neighborhood or at home. Temporarily, it is for I always suppose departure isn’t a lifetime to account for; everybody’s always hopeful for reunions.
I have too much of the heart-gripping encounters. Departure always knocks me out. Departure always makes me a sentimental fool and it’s the truth. It's truth when we know that somebody is missing us. It’s truth when we know that we are missing somebody else. This is all because we know that we are traversing another place away from home, away from family, and away from friends.
I have uncountable departures like birds do. The sun has been evanescent but all these years I haven’t known still the panacea to such eventual; I never have learned coping with such emotion shift. I’m always weak at thinking of departures. My heart is always knocked out by departures.
Someday.
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I have uncountable departures like birds do.
(Credit to the rightful owner of the photo)
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I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But one thing I am sure of is that in the next few days there will be emotion shift. Everything is also falling into places as the heaven is in the far outcry. Departure is knocking in and each of us in the family is invited to open the door and embrace its sense.
I have not started yet packing my things up to get ready for my flight later this week. Our eldest brother is also set to leave abroad a day ahead of me, so with our youngest sister who is readying herself to travel to a farther city for her university classes. Our home in a couple of days will be back to where it has been for some times now. It’s a home of endless departures where people just come and go. Enough has been said as we, children, have our own priorities in life so we need to leave our home leaving as well our beloved mom and dad, and our fond memories together.
Whenever I hear the word departure I always feel emptiness inside. Just the mere hearing of the word invokes the tearing of hearts and the beginning of an outpouring. Generally, it is emptiness we feel for we know part of ourselves will be left behind or somebody has to leave us for something else. But I don’t really understand deeply why this feeling always equates with sadness. I am sure it’s just our reaction to cope with such eventual. Like you and the rest of the world, I have stamped in mind the many suppositions that may be true along the way. I may suppose, it's maybe because our close attachment with the people we will be leaving behind or the one who will leave us behind will be temporarily distanced. It's maybe because our human nature to long for the comfort that we have reared with our dearest will be temporarily weaned. It's maybe because the bond that binds us towards building a lengthened and lasting companionship with the ones we used to hang out with will be temporarily shortened. Or, it's maybe because we will miss every happening we used to attend to in our neighborhood or at home. Temporarily, it is for I always suppose departure isn’t a lifetime to account for; everybody’s always hopeful for reunions.
I have too much of the heart-gripping encounters. Departure always knocks me out. Departure always makes me a sentimental fool and it’s the truth. It's truth when we know that somebody is missing us. It’s truth when we know that we are missing somebody else. This is all because we know that we are traversing another place away from home, away from family, and away from friends.
I have uncountable departures like birds do. The sun has been evanescent but all these years I haven’t known still the panacea to such eventual; I never have learned coping with such emotion shift. I’m always weak at thinking of departures. My heart is always knocked out by departures.
Someday.
