A Sunday Walk

The ray of the sun is unusually sweet today, for a tropical country like Philippines, it was a scene that can rarely be seen, can rarely be felt and so i decided to go on for a walk. I stayed in the veranda for a while as i sip my milk and have bite of bread. Then as i stayed there for a while, i felt that breeze of the air touched my face then my hair, it lasted for a little while but it seems like forever. It was sweet like a mother touches her newly born baby. Then i decided to go on with my walk, because its getting hotter and so as i leave our veranda. then i strolled a bit a have gone a bit far from home, and saw what i missed. I realized i really have been busy that when i walk i realize the time goes slow and i like just the way it is. I felt life like i never felt it for decades. And yes! it was like decades, reviewing and copying notes.Trying to withstand the challenges of four moths at school that seems like just a week or two, it ran too fas too quick that i cant barely breath. Just like for the first time i have seen whats behind our block, and wonder if whats behind it, and behind it and behind it or if after those blocks i will be in manila.That first step as i go out of the veranda was a meaningful one, it made me realize how fast time was, after a block of walking i have consume only five minutes
and in that five minutes i saw different people all doing their own thing. Yes it seems like an ordinary day but for me it was a day to remember once again it reminds me of the old times when iam not running out of time, when i cna freely play with my
playmates the whole day. I once again saw those smiles, those sweat that wet their shirt, those simple people doing their daily routine. And as i walk some more i heard the symphony of the 70's to early 90's that really mended every inch of me, then i realized how i missed those songs when all i hear now-a-days on the radio are of those nonsense musics( it sometimes irritates ).Then i passed a house where a family
dines their breakfast outside their house and it touches my heart because we were once like that when we go to our aunts house in tacurong( my dad's hometown).and lastly when the sky colored blue that was so serene,so pure, so true and it reminds me of the older times.


The old days when i saw my aunt prepare my milk, wash my clothes, tell me to wake up
in the morning and prepare my meals. The old days when the consequently play the same old songs every Sunday. Thee old days when i would prefer to watch cartoons than read my books. The old times when i rebel when my aunt forbids me(us) to go to sleep early. The old days when we ran,play,watch T.V, do stupid acts, play again and live life like theres no tomorrow. I guess that life is what i missed the most.

Once i have prayed to get old as soon as possible so that i could kick the ass of those bully's. As well as prayed that i could get rid of my aunt and her style in making us a good citizen of this country. But now i got what i want, i kicked the asses of some bullshits in school and got rid of my aunt when i am 11. After that I have my freedom and for years i have been enjoying the freedom i always prayed for.
But now i realized how good it was being a child, being taken extra care when you are sick or cheer you up when you are on the stage and doing things you dont like(i.e singing in public) because i dont usually do that.If you are free, you would soon realize that selfishness is a real NO!NO! in the world of adults. And once you have your freedom you are enforced to do things even if its not right for you,but right for all.More difficult challenges, lesser support from people and more critics around you.The more powerful you are, the more responsibility is given to you.

Life is but a walk,not a race to being on top. If much is given, much is expected.