How to Build a Stairway to Heaven?

2nd Step: Calculate the Height

The news begins to spread in the neighborhood about a young man who wanted to reach heaven, a young man who wanted to see his old friend.

He calculate the height he needs to achieve, the length of the ladder as if there is a possible way to calculate the height of heaven. But still he is full of  determination. Some think he’s a fool but some praise his unwavering will.

*Flashbacks* – When I see you, I see a glimpse of light —

As I leisurely stroll around the park contemplating life with my favorite guitar, I'll be making the best of my life.  The sound of the birds humming, the sight of childs playing, and the refreshing air touching my skin are my most favorite things.

I envy those who have friends, traveling on weekends, eating leisurely, talking about interesting things, sharing diaries, being updated with each other's life, sharing food, attending parties, sharing hobbies, sharing emotion and feelings, and most of all jamming on your favorite music. Believe me I always do my best to have a friend, It is just not my forte. 

When I was in my first grade, I’m the weird student, someone who doesn’t talk because I don’t know how to initiate conversation. No one approaches me because of my intimidating eyes. So I started to learn and bring guitar to school as I thought if I bring guitar, someone who loves music will approach me but I was wrong.

One time I read a quote on social media that said “Where words fail, music speaks.”  So I bought a speaker and started to play my childhood favorite song Psychosocial by Slipknot in the classroom, but instead of winning their heart. They called my parents as my classmates started to cry because the song is too scary for them. I want to bury that memory but it is still haunting me. 

“Aaaahh–” I unconsciously shouted, and I caught everyone's attention again.

So here I am running again. The rain starts to fall as if heaven sympathizes with my misfortune. I have an umbrella so it is not a problem. Along the way I decided to visit the playground, but in the swing I saw a familiar face, wet with rain. So heaven didn’t sympathize with me but for the angel. What’s wrong with her?

I didn’t think and automatically approached her without a hint of hesitation. I reach her hand and give my handkerchief and umbrella. She is shocked by what I did. Maybe she thinks of me as a creep so I run away again.  What am I thinking?, she’s truly out of my league.

“I touch her hand"  I’m panicking, even having gotten wet with the rain I still feel my body is sweating.

- What is this feeling? -