Profound Thoughts

The most poignant memories in our lives are often a result of random events that has left a mark in our persona in a way ordinary events fail to enthrall. Such evoke a nostalgic feeling like that of a distinct smell, a certain feel to things and a sense of familiarity to things we have come to miss. Often in our lives we encounter dead ends. Sometimes we feel like we're stuck in a quagmire where any forward action we take becomes futile as we are gradually being pulled into the bog's depths. When perhaps our only means of escape is to surrender to our fate, only then will we realize that in order to flee from the current predicament, we just simply have to treat the bog as a mere stagnated body of water.

Lying on my bed as I was about to sleep, I couldn't help, but think about the things that could have transpired if only I had not let her go. I still hold these feelings, because she's still inside my heart. With the gentle rain, the passing of the wind, her memories still linger on my mind fresh as if they were made yesterday. The last time time we met, I saw her cuddle two kids. She was radiant and beaming at that time as she welcomed the two into her waiting arms. She can be a good mom, I thought. Then her eyes met mine. Without any hint of trepidation, she came running towards me. She hugged me tight. It seemed like we haven't seen each other for quite sometime, when in fact we were together the day before. I was taken aback. I did not know how to respond. Her head then rested on my shoulders. I put my right arm around her back. I could feel her heart beat against mine. With the way she hugged me, I could feel her warmth, her love. She held me tighter, as if she...

Too much time has passed. Though still young, I already feel old at my age. Why do things have to turn out this way? What have I done to merit this kind of life I’m leading now? I am supposed to be happy and content with the things I have achieved. Yet, there is a certain inkling in my heart telling me that I am supposed to be someplace else and that I have something yet to do which will prove the worth of my existence.  I have lost my self-worth in the midst of my journey. Regaining it back is going to be a slow process. I have to retrace the path I’ve walked upon and find the inner child obscured within. The sky is overcast and gloomy. It is the season of the northwest monsoon. The seas at this time of the year in the Western Pacific are bound to be rough and treacherous as the waters are being churned by deep-sea currents underneath. It did not take long before the boarding was announced for the 24-knot catamaran which will be traversing across an open sea towards m...

There were times in my journey when I thought of giving up, losing hope, wallowing in self-pity and despair. There were people I thought I could muster strength from; people who I thought were friends, but their friendship was constrained only to those times before we set sailed on our own ships. As soon as we hit the crossroads, they did not turn back.  I did hope that perhaps someone would steal a backward glance, but none did. In the midst of my own journey, I learned how to face the sea’s raging waves , sail through the currents as I drift afar into the wide open sea. I strengthened my resolve and fortified my heart from the miseries and pain of living a solitary life. Once in a while, I anchor my ship on shallow waters. But as the tides rise and fall, so too shall I continue sailing towards my distant course. Often I encounter squalls, rocking my resolve from time to time. Though I try to be indifferent, I do know that deep inside, the hidden child ...

As I lay down on the sandy shore, I only had myself and nothing more.. I took a grain of sand and felt it in my fingers. Daylight is about to end... I shed a single tear for it seemed that time had already come to pass me by. As I looked beyond the distant horizon, I only see the endless vastness of the sea. I threw that grain of sand I was toying with. But, I could no longer see nor fathom where it had gone. I only heard the roar of the waves... as they move and ebb from the shore only to be silenced by the restless wind. The sea calls for me. I made my way towards its edge. On bare feet, I could sense the unison of the grains of sand sending a raucous feeling down my spine. The sea welcomed me as I waddled through it. Its waves beckoning me to play,tagging me like a toddler seeking for my attention. the grain of sand... the gentle roaring waves... the sea... I am that grain of sand being toyed by the sea with its gentle roaring waves brought about by the restless wind.

I looked outside my window for a new day is about to unfold. Darkness still lingers, yet I feel reassured for I know that a glimmer of hope will soon descend basking everything in divine light. They say that before the first radiant flashes of light are shed in the still placid indigo sky, the world is most pure, chaste and pristine; a time of day when everything seems vulnerable and childlike as their consciousness remain welded to their soul.  I headed towards the fields in anticipation of Sol’s rising. The world seemed to be on a standstill and I felt a bit lonely and forlorn. I spoke out to my angels. Silence was their reply. But this is what I have been longing to hear since it obscures my pain and heals my heart. Not long after, Sol’s light pierces through the purple clouds gradually painting the sky in hues of orange and blue. I then looked at it then closed my eyes to relish this precious moment that will soon come to pass. I searched for my soul, and there I see...

I belong to the wilderness. The mist-enveloped forest, the verdant plains on its outskirts, the spring-fed brooks and streams serve as my playground. Its limits seem boundless under the azure heavens, where only a few drops of rain would seem to dampen my free spirit. Like that of the other countless creatures which call this place home, there is happiness and contentment. I am a denizen of the earth. Day and night I wander around making sure that all those born from it continue to flourish so as to sustain the cycle of life. I am their lifeline and they too are mine. Day is about to turn into night. Lilac clouds, a heat-haze aurora amidst silhouettes emerge from the landscape awash with green, a beautiful chilling sight at daylight’s end. I let out a calm and soothing wind. I could feel a sense of buoyancy, and I know that magic is working on me like a strong potion trapping me in its mystical looms. A feeble breeze tickled my face urging me to go on as if with time I had...