The Endgame and Mischief

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Chapter 37
Twisting parabolas to lead you back.

Life is wonderful. Life is cruel. Life is miraculous. There're so many opinions that sometimes caused confusions to us on what really life is, but the real definition of it, is our own interpretation about it, our own kind of understanding.

Sometimes it was ruthless, but ruthlessness comes to healing, and healing resulted on fortified and dense foundations. Complicated adversities sometimes change our perspective, but that perspectives give us vivid view of routes towards our destination.

Sa malakas na buntong hininga ay pagod akong humilig sa sulok ng Elevator. Hindi pa man nagsisimula ang aking pang gabing duty ay nakararamdam na agad ako ng pagod.

Dala ang bigat sa aking dibdib ay iniwasan kong tingnan kung anong petsa ngayong araw maging ang kalendaryong nakadikit sa elevator ay hindi ko din pinapatawan ng sulyap. Ngunit kahit anong gawin kong pag-iwas ay hindi naman maitatanggi na may kamalayan ako patungkol sa araw na ito.

For the past seven years, I used to mourn on this day, for the past years I used to be stuck on my room and tucked tightly my body on my bed, but today is different. I want to make a change.

I want to change my tradition and turn into a new one...into a better one.

Nang marinig ang matinis na tunog ng elevator ay doon ako bahagyang umayos ng tayo. Bahagya ko pang pinasadahan ng palad ang suot na long sleeve shirt bago ramdam ang pagod sa mga matang naghintay na mag bukas ang pinto.

I want to start publishing some minuscule changes as it wasn't virtuous to treat this day with misery, it shouldn't be seen as mournful one but a great day for it is the day that heaven provide an important person that became part of my life.

Almost my life.

Wala sa sariling lumabas ng elevator ay agad bumati sa aking pang amoy ang naghalong kemikal na samyo ng Ospital at abalang syudad sa labas. Sa pagtapak sa Lobby ay sumalubong sa akin ang abalang mga tao.

Sa kanilang malalaking hakbang ang iilang Doctor ay mamataan na may kausap sa telepono, ang iba nama'y suot ang kanilang seryosong ekspresyon, at dumagdag pa ang kadaklan na mga kaanak ng mga pasyente na ngayon ay iba't ibang direksyon ang tinatahak.

There're set of sofas on the right corner of the floor wherein families could wait and the walls where covered with marble in the color of cantaloupe with large paintings hung on it.

Holding my bag so tight I stood just in front of one of the large paintings wherein in my own interpretation it was painted with heavy and in different shades of gray and black mixed with a bit of white, the color played along the canvas and it formed as an eye of the storm, beneath of it was a city covered with looming clouds without hue, decreased saturation, and increased contrast forming firm shadows. At the side of it, in a bright color of white and green, it was a dove with olive branch. I look at the lower part for the painter's name and title.

Antonio, T., The Issue 1993.

"End of the world?"

Napatalon ay agad akong napalingon sa aking gilid nang magising mula sa malalim na pagtitig.

Nang mamataan ang aking katabi ay agad umawang ang aking mga labi nang kasabay nang kaniyang presensya ay sumalubong sa akin ang kaniyang pamilyar at matapang ng samyo.

On his white polo shirt, dark jeans, and white nike, he stood beside me eyeing the painting I am curiously staring at earlier. The blue and blustery weather of this day suddenly became blithe and pure of life at the sight of him.

His side profile cleansed the feeling I have earlier and made it light and bearable to carry, the corner of his lips twitched as his eyebrows pinched together making shadows against the fainting light of the lobby.