There was once a flower who grew in a garden owned by a beautiful maiden. The garden was on fertile ground, and had abundant rain and sunlight all year long and the plants there grew healthy and were always in bloom.
One day the beautiful maiden choose to pick the flower and display it in a vase inside her house for her friends and visitors to see. Her friends admired the flower for its beauty and the flower felt happy and proud in its new environment. The flower didnt realize that being uprooted meant death, and soon it withered and dried. No sooner that this happened that the girl threw the dried flower out her window where it lay crushed under the feet of those passing by.
Sometimes I feel like that flower. I used to think life is so much better here in Cebu. I appreciated the higher pay and the many places to see and things to do. I got caught up in the hustle-bustle of it all that I have forgotten my roots. I engaged in vices like gambling that soon I lost so much, including the love of my life.
NOw I wish I could bring back time and do things differently. Sadly, that's impossible. And now I just have to deal with the fact that some things can't be brought back from the dead. Fortunately, unlike that flower cut from its roots, i still have my own two feet and I can still stand up and find my way home. And what a long journey it is going to be.
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baka homesick ka lang? hehehe j/k bitaw. you wrote about "flower". the whole time i was thinking about "driving". like: "your life, you're driving. the wrong turns you took were yours." et cetera.
ReplyDeletehow many times have you become "lost" and came home? :) maybe you'll write/blog more now that you're revisiting the oldies? :D i wish you well in your journey. seriously, it'll be good for the soul :)