The sun was blazing hot that day, yet it wasn't the type of weather where you'll instantly get fried the moment you step out of shade, it was the typical weather. Sunny with the occasional breeze.It was those days where everyone seems to be occupied with who knows what they are busy with. Those days where it seems as if, you are invincible from the eyes of occupiers.
and there she sat,
with her worn out shoes, worn after trying to run away from her own,self.
there she sat, with tired and swollen eyes, undecipherable eyes, beaten but fighting.
her back was slouched against the wall, head facing the old beaten sidewalk, and in her right fist is a crumpled once important note.
She couldn't understand how twisted everything could be. Just minutes ago, she was bustling around full of energy and joy like a little box bursting with colors yet now, her once glowing pedestal stood dull and lifeless staring at a vast empty land full with everything but faith. Faith. How could she have faith in anything else after the faith she kept and believed in all these years suddenly decide to shoot itself down in front of her.
The world was silent as she sat with her swirling pool of thoughts shrouded with despair, anguish and hopelessness. The clock keeps ticking. The world continues to rotate at its axis. People continuously bustle around the small street beside the sidewalk occupied with their own world failing to notice the fragile and broken existence of the girl with the lifeless pedestal sitting lifelessly at the sidewalk. Thus is humans.
The girl, tired of slouching, straightened her back and tilted her head slowly but surely to the front. She saw how the cars sped by, gifting the sidewalk with nothing but dust. She saw how the world continues to operate, not stopping for any broken soul and alas she was just another one of the many broken souls. She saw how the sky remains blue and serene despite all the tragedies that are currently happening under its protection. She saw how that little 5 year old boy fell down while trying to chase his mom, cried, stood up again, and caught up with his mom who was waiting for him with a small packet of candy to reward him for his courage. Slowly, she close her tired eyes.
Thoughts after thoughts erupted in her mind until one distinct thought starts to emerge. The voice of her father when he lost his job. His voice rang through the girl's head like the sound of the bell of a cathedral. "When one door closes, another opens".
Abruptly, she opened her eyes, took a long deep breathe, pushed one hand to the ground and wearily stood up on the sidewalk. Without sparing another glance at the crumpled piece of paper in her right fist, she threw it in the dustbin right beside her as though it was waiting for her to realize the reason for its existence. It was as if the sole reason she sat there was to throw the paper away. "Geez, how stupid is this" said the once lifeless soul.
Wiping away the dust and tears, she put one foot in front of the other and walk away from the gloomy vicinity. She knew though, that the gloominess will still creep in her shattered pedestal but she now knew that it's not worth the time to deal with gloomy stuff when the whole world is bursting with colors waiting for her to paint patterns with the colors. The wise words from her father engulfed her and burnt a new light in her dark abyss.
A new light of faith and hope that she hope will last and even if it won't, she will fight for its light and if it still wants to fade away, i guess she'll just light a new one and move on with that source of light as it is no use to cry over spilled milk. Good that.
and there she sat,
with her worn out shoes, worn after trying to run away from her own,self.
there she sat, with tired and swollen eyes, undecipherable eyes, beaten but fighting.
her back was slouched against the wall, head facing the old beaten sidewalk, and in her right fist is a crumpled once important note.
She couldn't understand how twisted everything could be. Just minutes ago, she was bustling around full of energy and joy like a little box bursting with colors yet now, her once glowing pedestal stood dull and lifeless staring at a vast empty land full with everything but faith. Faith. How could she have faith in anything else after the faith she kept and believed in all these years suddenly decide to shoot itself down in front of her.
The world was silent as she sat with her swirling pool of thoughts shrouded with despair, anguish and hopelessness. The clock keeps ticking. The world continues to rotate at its axis. People continuously bustle around the small street beside the sidewalk occupied with their own world failing to notice the fragile and broken existence of the girl with the lifeless pedestal sitting lifelessly at the sidewalk. Thus is humans.
The girl, tired of slouching, straightened her back and tilted her head slowly but surely to the front. She saw how the cars sped by, gifting the sidewalk with nothing but dust. She saw how the world continues to operate, not stopping for any broken soul and alas she was just another one of the many broken souls. She saw how the sky remains blue and serene despite all the tragedies that are currently happening under its protection. She saw how that little 5 year old boy fell down while trying to chase his mom, cried, stood up again, and caught up with his mom who was waiting for him with a small packet of candy to reward him for his courage. Slowly, she close her tired eyes.
Thoughts after thoughts erupted in her mind until one distinct thought starts to emerge. The voice of her father when he lost his job. His voice rang through the girl's head like the sound of the bell of a cathedral. "When one door closes, another opens".
Abruptly, she opened her eyes, took a long deep breathe, pushed one hand to the ground and wearily stood up on the sidewalk. Without sparing another glance at the crumpled piece of paper in her right fist, she threw it in the dustbin right beside her as though it was waiting for her to realize the reason for its existence. It was as if the sole reason she sat there was to throw the paper away. "Geez, how stupid is this" said the once lifeless soul.
Wiping away the dust and tears, she put one foot in front of the other and walk away from the gloomy vicinity. She knew though, that the gloominess will still creep in her shattered pedestal but she now knew that it's not worth the time to deal with gloomy stuff when the whole world is bursting with colors waiting for her to paint patterns with the colors. The wise words from her father engulfed her and burnt a new light in her dark abyss.
A new light of faith and hope that she hope will last and even if it won't, she will fight for its light and if it still wants to fade away, i guess she'll just light a new one and move on with that source of light as it is no use to cry over spilled milk. Good that.
