LONGING

Longing, a word I dare to imagine because just the thought of it makes me feel like daydreaming.

I love to watch the dusk and the dawn; the beauty phases of the sun rising towards the middle of the sky and the candidness of the sun as it disappears from the horizon in between late afternoon and early evening. To me, these scenarios are two of the most fascinating phenomena God has made to remind every human being of His glorious existence and of hope.

I also love to traverse nature. I unsweatingly enjoy its beauty by journeying the lands. I trek from one mountain to another; from one farm to another; from the vegetations to rice fields to plantations. To me, the smell of the soil as it mixes with the seemingly distinct smell of the chlorophyll of all the leaves of every plant, of its twigs too and its petioles, is like a perfume reminiscent of my personal realization of how much treasure we have around us.

I cross the seas and the oceans. I travel along the rivers and float in the middle of every pool, pond or lake that I have been through. The waters have shown to me such wonderful celebration of sparkles as the sun hits them. The diamond like glitter they create is indeed an exciting and tingling occurrence. The fishes that swim in them and the plants that sway underneath ornamented by the beautiful corrals of varying shapes, sizes and colors live like the most free living creatures. I enthusiastically applaud their freedom from any form of bondage and of limitations.

I am engulfed by the seemingly endless sky -- an eternal pit in reverse. As weathers change, its colors too does. Sometime perfectly blue, in other times almost total black. In one occasion, gray and in another like velvet with sparkles of brilliant little diamonds. Birds fly. Winds blow. Rains fall. Clouds show and go. Twisters form and hits and says good bye. All of these make the sky a vital composition of unlimited possibilities reminding mankind that anything is possible.

Above all, i love to watch the unique faces of every person enjoying these beautiful matters. Their eyes, brows, lips, nose, hair; their hands, limbs, legs; the sound of their voices when they speak; the unique vibrato of their laughters; the commanding gestures they make; the varying facial expressions they put when reacting to something; the clothes they wear and the different combinations they make; the manner they use when communicating with one another; the kind of connection they establish; the important relationship they found.

All of these seemed to be captured by my brain a thousand shots every minute and stored automatically in my brain. All they need is just a stimulus that would make me be reminded of the exact pages of these beautiful albums -- a stimulus that would serve as the hand that knows where the group of direct pictures have been archived making me recall almost every detail of such incidence. As I lay down my eyes on every thing, I pass through history. Experiencing them is simply going through time and saying "so long" inevitably to all of them. No suspended animation.

The essence of the 7-day creation story is seemingly clear to me now. Indeed, men deserve to be created when everything has already been done. This is because human beings are the ones on top of all of these. Human beings, just like me, are the only ones who know how to look at every thing, to wonder, to realize, to appreciate, to capture, to store, to look back, and to long...

Hmm, I wonder..