“Hey, over here!” my brother Gene shouted as he raised the piece of net he found underneath the coconut tree. We then trudged our way to the river and there we did our little thing called net fishing. It was a warm afternoon, and the soft rays of the summer sun touched our tiny faces as we frolicked in the cold waters of the rushing river. It was like more than a decade ago, the year I can’t really remember well. Spending the summer at my grandparents’ farm was always been a delight for me as a child. Those were the days that are younger, sweeter, and fearless, and bold… and delightful. My childhood is a collection of heart-warming sceneries I carefully framed inside my bosom. I remember the boxes of paper dolls, comics and anime text-cards that filled my fancy when I was six. They were cute and pretty and heart-connecting, with no streak of repugnance, emotional boredom and inner exhaustion that wearies an adult soul. Living in pure innocence is such a beautiful dream. How time is so slow-moving during those times, it feels like forever to wait for the summer vacation every time I was in school. I got no major worries, I don’t feel any sort of consciousness towards my body and I don’t react significantly to the society. I was just me. The road to adulthood has never cross my mind at that time, and yet I wondered how I am going to be when I reached twenty. Then at thirteen when I started to develop a habit in writing, I would usually write something about myself, about my current perspective in life (which is very shallow), and about my goals. I write as often as I can draw. I barely went outside to play with the other children in the neighborhood because I’d rather be at home doing my pen and paper thing. And besides, I was once very afraid of my mother if I get bruised knees. She is such a terrible nagger, now I understand why I have severe mood swings too (laughs).
Tonight as I enjoyed my oreo-dipping in milk I recall the joys and tears of my beautiful past. I feel old at twenty three, yet I also feel half empty and so eager to reach full maturity. I know there are still a lot of things I am going to learn, and I am very willing to. It is quite funny yet true when I one time the thought of finding and fulfilling my real purpose has drifted in my weary mind, and when I began to think deeply about it… I know. Ever since I was little I always believe in the power of a kind and pure heart. How beautiful and wonderful our world can be if all of us people choose to have that kind of heart. Then there would be no dark things such as jealousy, greed, lust, and hatred would ever exist. Love will always be in the hearts of all people. I know God wanted me to use every bit of my capabilities to share His kindness in every person I have and will meet. The stumble-downs I have been through before when I chose to trudge a different path had been a very devastating choice for me, and I know that running away from His arms would lead me nowhere. The truth is, I can never hide and keep God’s overflowing love for me. His miracles are real, His power is the mightiest, and His love is never ending. And I know my pen and paper are here to scribe the living truth about His abundant love all over His people. Living in kindness, in faith, in truth, and in goodness to every living thing is one act to help change the world for the better. Yes, I can never really change the whole of the world. I knew it back then when I was still small. But I know starting in small things, starting the good things in ourselves, can make a significant change. I know now. I need to keep myself on the right track, hand in hand with my wonderful plans tonight as I think of them. I know I have stepped on the right foot when I was a toddler, and I wish to see a happier and peaceful world in the future. God’s love is the strongest protector and for whatever we have been through in our yesterdays, or things that we go through today, He surely will never let us down…not even now, not even in the future. And I’ll keep going.
Goodnight!
