Into Equidistant Age
Like an approaching new year on its eve, I waited for the clock to strike twelve. I rested, although did not lay my head on a pillow. I sat upright on my couch, reclining a little and resting my legs on the coffee table. With glass in hand, I drank my second full serving of milk. I anticipated for its arrival. I felt the sentimental value of the 8th of August just as I always did year after year since my awareness of the world around me. It has always been, and will forever be, the historic day of my life.
When the clock finally hit midnight, I elated quietly. I shot fireworks in the firmament of my soul. I threw confetti in every room of my being. And humbly, I gave a toast to my exact four decades of existence. With a heart’s serenity, I prayed for thanks.
The tradition of celebrating another birth year had never been more noteworthy than this year. On this day, year 1964, my parents gave birth to their firstborn, thus naively assumed parenthood. My mother’s parents also experienced the undeniable joy -which I now grasp in remarkable and unfathomable awe – of becoming first-time grandparents. And the somewhat confused, but more delightful impression I made to newly titled aunts and uncles struck a pure innate feeling in the entire household. Suddenly, I took center stage, spotlight on me. A star was born!
Forty years polishing and maintaining the star, still somehow it had lost most of its glitter and shine. For how could it have prevented the tarnish caused by occasional neglect, and sometimes lack of supervision? Blemished with neutral, as well as colorful and dark experiences, it had lost its innocent transparency. The cracks, dents, and scratches on her surface have been caused by a muddle of rough hands, harsh reality, and careless measures or shortcomings.
My course through the vastness of the universe went awry. Not just once, but many a different time.
And yet, I rose up to the clouds to touch its softness and feel I did the sun’s warmth through its energizing rays. The deep blue ocean beckoned me to swim its surface; and sink I may have on stormy weather that brought strong and powerful tides, my limbs pulled, pushed, and kicked the heavy, thrashing current until my head was finally above water, taking in the breath of faith in life.
As I step out of the water, the sun settles below the earth; dusky skies beckon the night. I now begin my walk on the coarse and grainy, the warm and comforting
When the clock finally hit midnight, I elated quietly. I shot fireworks in the firmament of my soul. I threw confetti in every room of my being. And humbly, I gave a toast to my exact four decades of existence. With a heart’s serenity, I prayed for thanks.
The tradition of celebrating another birth year had never been more noteworthy than this year. On this day, year 1964, my parents gave birth to their firstborn, thus naively assumed parenthood. My mother’s parents also experienced the undeniable joy -which I now grasp in remarkable and unfathomable awe – of becoming first-time grandparents. And the somewhat confused, but more delightful impression I made to newly titled aunts and uncles struck a pure innate feeling in the entire household. Suddenly, I took center stage, spotlight on me. A star was born!
Forty years polishing and maintaining the star, still somehow it had lost most of its glitter and shine. For how could it have prevented the tarnish caused by occasional neglect, and sometimes lack of supervision? Blemished with neutral, as well as colorful and dark experiences, it had lost its innocent transparency. The cracks, dents, and scratches on her surface have been caused by a muddle of rough hands, harsh reality, and careless measures or shortcomings.
My course through the vastness of the universe went awry. Not just once, but many a different time.
And yet, I rose up to the clouds to touch its softness and feel I did the sun’s warmth through its energizing rays. The deep blue ocean beckoned me to swim its surface; and sink I may have on stormy weather that brought strong and powerful tides, my limbs pulled, pushed, and kicked the heavy, thrashing current until my head was finally above water, taking in the breath of faith in life.
As I step out of the water, the sun settles below the earth; dusky skies beckon the night. I now begin my walk on the coarse and grainy, the warm and comforting
... sands of my transitional shores.
posted by Marian "Ylang2" at 1:27 PM
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