post-sembreak

I woke up when moon starts to take its shift against the radiant sunlight. I could feel the late afternoon breeze as it sifts through my skin. It was a little cold, reminding me that the northeast monsoon is here to stay for a while.

I wasn't really feeling any excitement nor any boredom. It was just blatantly plain---plain as the the morning replaces night and night takes over the day.

There I was, lying on my small bed and thinking I was so small compared to the rest of the world. A day ago, I chanced upon this forwarded email quoted from Bob Ong's:

"Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na
sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang
makasama ka."

I shivered for a while after I read it. Then, I shrugged it off. I still have some days left before this brief semestral break ends to sulk on that simple yet poignant idea. And before I know it, I have done so much throughout the week. And one of them is rest--I took a much needed, much deserved rest even though I was compelled to stay here in Puerto.

Despite that inability to leave this island 306 nautical miles away from Manila, I still find consolation in the ordinariness of life. It's simplicity is becoming a learning deal for me. How I find myself in a Henry David Thoreau-like situation when he spent two years, two months and two days at Walden Pond to write Walden.

Of course, like him, I didn't intend to live like a hermit inside my room. I am merely enamored by all the reflections and subliminal undertakings. I was conversing with ideas. I was battling with perspectives. In my hands are the words I am grappling with.

to be continued...