Posts Tagged ‘Literature’

The song will always be connected with my first heartbreak. I remember how significant the days were, when suddenly I was thrown into a situation that I cannot control.  There was a thrill and at the same time a confusion. The feelings must have been an infatuation. But regardless, I am still glad to know that I am still a human being, capable of loving and to be loved.

It was a journey that seems to be trodding along the unchartered.  The mysteries of love might have been so magnetic that I tend to forget the reality.  Suddenly, I am mesmerized by its magic.  Entangled beneath its charm. And I find myself lost and bewildered by the  bigness of my  heart to  take  all  in  the complexities  of my first  love.

There is a song that totally embodies my first love.  It is the Diary written by David Gates of the Bread.  It is about the innocence of love among young people.  It is how I described the friendship that has grown into a fragiled love’s intensity.  In my mind, I am seeing this event as an act of eternity being shared by two people.  Being nurtured on its first instance. 

But the hardest would be is not to be reciprocated of that love. I freely gave it.  I did not expect in return.  But inside of me, I have cried as if the lifetime is shattered.  Lost in space. The dream that keep playing in my mind will just be a beautiful memory.  Did I ever regret?  Regretting that I am the outsider to a relationship that will not belong to me, after all.

Regretting that the girl I love loves somebody else.  And when I have the chance to see him,  I am so downtrodden that even an inch I cannot fight a good fight.  I am no match.  How  I am bleeding inside.  Yes, I have felt that the lifeblood that keeps me moving along this crowd has been taken away to waste.  I have let them take that away from me.  And I am being overwhelmed.

And the simple agony that was. Pity me.  My poor heart will always be wishing that me and the girl would be joined someday.  Maybe in another lifetime.  Not on this lifetime. 

I could go on narrating down how my love then is worth trying.  But now,  it will always be like a diary that  I will keep along all the days of my life.

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Its all about the strict regimented all boys school where Robin Williams play an English Literature teacher who defied the conventions of traditional thinking and methods of teaching.  His character delved deeper into exposing the ills of the educational institution that keeps the medieval   struggle for  prestige and shallow self-esteem among its students. 

It is no different in our present society.  This film carries the obvious. Exposes the classic battles. Of wits and prejudice. And the politics of norms and standards.  What mars the genuine purpose of education is the mediocre visualization of intellectual propensities and ullulations by higher echelons of academics.

They have profited like vultures.  And the carcasses of hapless majority still claiming education as the only salvation lie in wait the doomsday knocking.  Education teaches us to be consumers of vomitted intellectual trash hanging in there for almost centuries. Education miscalculated the need of a society for consistency and diversity of cultures to sustain civilization.

Real education is an expression. A culmination of  life’s experiences. A spirited consumption of the senses. The one that divides stratifications of a human being into a vivid image of self. A euphimism of realistic to abstraction. And the metaphor of plain into ornate.

Who needs irrelevance? Being contained like a fish in a bowl. Living in a four-cornered wall of existence. Standing beside the picket fences of high class rundown. Does irrelevance make sense to those who breaches the edges of sanity to ascertain the worth of this pseudo-learning?

An artist. The one who have been in a kaleidoscopic juggle of uncertainty to pinpoint the certain. Exploring the condition of the society that reflects an era. And where wisdom never fails to connect the future and its simplistic cycle of rebirth. 

If all in this world may decay, the words of the poet will not.  If all the world falls deep into the abyss, the vision of a painter will not.  Theirs is a world who can hold their own against the vagrancies of the hypocritical and the commercialized.

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Keeping your life is like keeping a kite.  When I was in the fourth grade during my elementary days, I remember flying kites during the mid-November winds with childhood friends.  It was one of  those lazy afternoon when the sun doesn’t prick hard anymore, while me and my friends will  often head towards the empty ricefield.  We share a common fraternal duty to salute the high winds and take flight accross the vastness of skies.

Little did I know, that what to expect in life is just the same as learning the tricks of kite flying. The kite is as light as our souls.  It is has the most basic of structure and needed to be as light and follows the right proportion to ensure good aerodynamics. In life, it must have the same structure.

We must learn to be light and keeping those emotional baggages at bay so we can be able to proceed living gracefully.  No person can be truly happy and contented when he still keep on looking back to what has been in the past.  Like a kite, the colors of our life should be bright and inspiring, so that people can truly see the beauty of our existence.

Flying a kite may need another person to hold on to another distance ( or you just lay them down flat on the ground and run fast, so that it will be lifted).  Life can be like that, we all need people in our lives to lift us up but sometimes we need also to do the lifting alone by ourselves. This two approaches are quite different but having another person to help us out is a comfortable option. While lifting the kite alone needs an extra effort of running and having a good case of luck of heading towards the right direction of the wind.

Wind is the key element of making a successful kite flying.  Kites often flies opposite the wind’s directions.  The most favorable of all winds is  coming from the north.  In life, we should learn how to bravely face life’s exciting challenges.  Sometimes, we need to be a bit braver or sometimes we need to befriend the wind. It’s up to you, if you know that any options can work to keep your kite in a smooth wind ride.

Remembering that high winds is not up all the time, then we should also apply the same scenario with our life. Not all the time, we are experiencing having  a steady stream of significant moments. But, sometimes we will just have a taste of it in a considerable transcience of time.

The manner of holding it has some life truths to learn from.  To make our kites stably fly higher, we need to let go of our strings. Unyielding them and with a little pull and push we will keep the wind pressure controllable. We can keep our hopes and dreams higher but our feet still touching ground. The only thing that connects our feet and dream, is our vision. Seeing the sky, takes away the pain.

A friend once told me, that the reason why people are going depressed and lonely is that they tend to forget to look up the bigness of the sky.  They cannot not see how big and wide earth is, that they have opted to create their own little kingdoms inside their mind.

The kite can travel miles away in the sky but there still a thin line connecting us to our dreams. No matter how high our dreams and aspirations maybe, we are all subject to the ever-shifting directions of the wind. Some kites are lost once the string cannot hold any further the wind pressure, the same is true with all of us. And maybe, there is no wind to face us oppositely. So that our own kites can’t be lifted along.  All circumstances have great effect to the success and failure of kite flying. What is important, is that we are ready to accept that we need another chance of lifting up or our life is not our own control.

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