Melody - A Short Story

Once there was a robin who loves flying. He travels from one place to another, in search for good memories. He gains more enthusiasm as he gazes upon the wonders of God’s creations. For several years, this was his mandate: to love and appreciate every little thing that he experiences in his journey.

One day, the robin’s attention was caught by the trees dancing with the wind. He was amazed and immediately, he dived from his flight to plunge into the rhythm. Eager to dance with the wind and the trees, the robin drew himself closer, so close that he fell in love with the dancing trees.

He flapped his wings gently as he swayed with the branches and the leaves. The robin stayed in flight for a while, enjoying the sweet moment, synchronizing every move so as to keep with the beat. Until one day, the wind suddenly changed its mood, varying its direction and from one way to another. A gust formed as the hands of the wind slammed its arms. The robin was very confused, as he did not anticipate this transition. “I just wanted to dance with the wind…”, he thought to himself. But the wind grew stronger, spitting wilder gusts in front on the robin’s eyes.

The branches of the trees tried to keep with the rhythm, swaying harder from end to end, much wilder this time. The robin did not notice the transition on the trees that once danced with him. Before his eyes could look into this monstrosity, he found his wings numbing. Instantly, he was accelerating due to the force of gravity.

Calm. Quiet. The surrounding was tranquil.The robin woke up from that terrible experience. He tried to move but he was to weak to stretch out his wings. It was then that he realized that his wings were broken. The essence of being an avian creature suddenly became void of its meaning. In spite of this, he did not lose hope. He dragged his wings as he continued to travel.

Just like the way he used to do, he appreciated every little thing that his eyes see, although at a different perspective. He cannot fly now. His journey continued, though much slower this time. In his voyage, he heard a faint but enchanting voice of someone singing nearby. The robin was tantalized, immediately, he followed the voice. It was getting clearer this time. To his surprise, he found a very beautiful princess. It was the most beautiful thing that he has seen, since the day after his accident.

The robin walked closer to the deity and gave a loud chirp. The princess saw the robin. Seeing the broken wings, she had pity on him. She took the robin home and remedied the wings. After treating the robin, she placed him in a cage. Every day, the princess gives him food and water to drink. Sometimes, she even sings for him. The robin was so happy to be treated this way, so glad that he would want to be in that cage for the rest of his life. The robin recovered from his accident, but he chose to be in that cage. He found himself happy in that situation. He was happy to see the princess each day. He was glad that the princess visits him and sings for him. That was his last memory with the princess.

The robin woke up one day and found his cage unlocked. He was confused to see the hinge of the cage hanging down. He tried to look around for the princess but failed to see her. The robin wondered why the princess would leave the cage open. He did not go out, but waited for the princess to return instead.

Weeks passed but there was no sign of princess in the room. The robin was persistent to wait, so he still stayed, still hoping that one day, he would hear the beautiful voice of the princess, the melody that the princess instilled in the robin’s heart. Each morning, the robin wakes up joyfully, hoping that his eyes would see the princess as he opens them, though he always fails to find her there. Still, he never loses hope, he draws more optimism instead. The passion in his heart overcomes the frustration that each day gives, still having that faith that one day, he would hear that sweet melody that he used to hear.

=END=

Knight's tale - Clean Slate

To my surprise, Paulo Coelho's Warrior of the Light suddenly phased into a mirror, reflecting the ways of the knight in rusty armor.



Every page is a like a droplet of blood that instantly drawn me back to the events that happened to me for the past years. My eyes noticed that the warrior's armour is the same as the one I have been carrying. Its shield, the kite type that I always bring. And the sword, a double-edged one, crystal type perhaps.



I shrugged the rust with my hand, trying to expose the surface that once shone. I removed the decaying metal parts, carefully so as not to injure my fingers.



Thirty minutes. An hour. A day. I forgot how long since I started scrubbing it. But now, time doesn't matter at all. Immediately, I sprang to my feet. I took a deep breath and braced myself for another journey.



I gave a glimpse on the insanely twisted past. I inhaled every memory, as if it is air filling my lungs. Joy became part of my system. Pain became my stronghold and my footstool, success became my aim, defeat -my reliever, and love, my unpredictable ultima..but neither I can really comprehend.



But as I walk, I noticed the extra baggage danggling on my waist. Still, there are things that should be left behind. Emotions made me quite unstable, or should I say, insane, every time that I forget to leash it. Thus, I resolve to strapping it with my intellect. You can win a battle if you have a balance of intellect and emotions. Never let one dominate the other. I left the unnecessary things to the One who created me.



Finally, I am ready to walk along an uncharted terrain. Light, clean slate, every little thing is starting to bloom from something new. No twists, no curves, no bends, just an open space.



I laid down the mirror, and immediately, it phased back to Coelho's book. Smile formed on my rigid lips as I recalled that person who inspired me to return to the orbit that was made for me, my little angel. For a while, I laid myself down waiting for the world to stop. Thanks for that gentle push, I can see better now. Hope to see you on the next chapter, little one.



-amdg

Christmas Twisted

December 17, 2009
9:20 am...

Just a few days before Christmas.. yeah, the most celebrated event of the year draws near, faster on each passing day. I acknowledge that this coming Christmas is a lot different from my previous years. I've got to get myself adaptive for the new atmosphere. I think it's not that hard, I am quite flexible, if you know what I mean. Like a chameleon, I'm fond of adjusting to my environment in order to survive. More or less, I envision myself adjusting again. I'll find my own joy in my new world. That's a skill, or a talent, or maybe... a gift. I tend to bloom where I'm planted.

Adapting to the changes, making my own Christmas wishlist, clouding my mind with the things that I can do to make other people happy... these are the things that I'm looking forward to...in my quite odd, different Christmas :)

Wind Chronicles : light and shade

v> i'm leaving..
o> what??? you cannot leave me alone here...
v> why not?
o> because we coexist. it's a fact.
v> well fact that, i hate that fact.. i really needed space! is it really that hard to understand?
o> oh...you can move there, but not too far away.
v> that's not space!!
o> what do you need again?
v> forget it! *sigh*
o> i forgot to ask, what's your name again?
v> do i need to tell you?
o> of course!
v> okay.. i'll tell you next time. (damn! why can't i just leave this one!)
o> i heard that! you cannot leave me because i know you care for me.
v> are you sure of that?
o> i just know. by the way, i need a name.
v> i don't have, so don't ask me for one.
o> i see.. i'll get one for you.

These guys are quite annoying... they keep on bugging me. i hope i can dispatch them one of these days.

Wind Chronicles

Recovering from the previous battle with other warlords, I found myself lying on my bed. Gently, I opened my eyes to see a glimpse of my surrounding. Nobody was there. I tried to feel my body. I barely can move my limbs, hardly can i feel my legs. Pain is all over my body, brought by the fresh wounds and old scars reopened from the last encounter. As if the throbbing yells at me to give up.

Still unable to move freely, I just closed my eyes. And momentarily, the scenes started to flash at the back of my head. Excerpts from the warfare about five eons ago started to roll, memories with the other guardian knights, and my inauguration as part of the knights of the round table was projected as if I am watching a full length movie. How nostalgic..

I have been ramming in numerous battles, countless times I got home victorious. But defeat is inevitable. I admit it. I once lost the battle with the sorceress of the highlands. I even lost in my duel with one of the knights of the round. Apparently, I managed to get home, still breathing, perhaps. Nostalgic..

Again I opened my eyes. Still, nobody was there. Only the wind. I smiled as it greeted me. Alone, I am not, I then realized. I stretched my hand to reach for my sword beside my bed. Ripping the freshly recovering wounds upon extending my arms, but I was able to withstand such pain. Almost there, I exerted even more effort to reach my goal. Finally, I was wielding the blade in my hand. I have decided. I will fight. I picked up my rusty armor and glided with the wind.

It blew me to my destination: an uncharted terrain..a path yet to be discovered. I secured my hand with the wind.

I'm free!

..." we cannot mess up with other’s free will..."


Just recently, I received an SMS from one of my friends..let’s just call her Ms. Anonymous. She was asking me regarding the time that I will be out of my office. Later, I found out that she was in need of someone to talk to. Immediately, I rose from my computer chair, picked up my fone and my wallet, and left my office (I was not able to turn off my computer since I was in a hurry). I walked as fast as I can to the nearest waiting shed to get a jeepney. Luckily, I was able to ride in no time.

On my way, I sent messages to her to confirm that I was almost there. Just as I stepped out of the vehicle, my eyes have already spotted the place where she was seating. From where I was standing, I was able to notice that she was shedding tears. Silently, I walked down to her, and sat by her side. I asked her what happened. Then she shared her story, her not so good experiences in her relationship with her boyfriend. At that moment, she was quite sure of her decision to give up on him, to set herself free from pain, for her to rise again. I agreed with her, I thought she had enough. I did not give any advice to her during that time. All I did was to listen to her, and affirmed her of the decisions that she chose. At that instance, I was really proud of her. I saw her courage, her faith that she can stand on her own, even without her boyfriend.

Ironically, after two days, I accidentally saw her with her boyfriend. I waved at them to acknowledge them. I gave her a smile. It seemed that she’s really stubborn when it comes to things like that. But I understand her, as she struggles for her stability. Well, tables have been turned, but I accepted that fact. There are really things I cannot insist with my friends. It was part of the free will that God has bestowed upon her. At the end, she will always have that choice to do what she wanted to do.

We must accept the truth that we cannot mess up with other’s free will. We need to respect them, just as God respected us. He accepted it, and chose not to control us. As much as God really wanted us to draw near Him, He still won’t force us to do so. He gave us the freedom to think and act on our own. He will not impose us to do His will. He loves us that much!

3-11-25

Three.
Bright morning sun, embraces God's creations with its mantle of light
Fine is the weather. Birds flying around. Wind rushing slight.
Clouds streaming across the skies.

Eleven.
Sailing across the seas. Calm as it may seem
Waves agitated by the emotional wind
Rocking the raft, tearing piece by piece.

Twenty-five.
Almost the end, I see. I yielded to the hand of the Almighty.
Resisted no more, but embraced it happily
My path was set, though blank, I walked through it.