Almost in Midway

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
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In art there is only one thing that counts; the things you can't explain.

- georges braque

In life there are really things you can't explain. How the air is created, how plants are green, how the ocean never dried, why lightning comes first before thunder, why it hurts when you bleed-and why some dreams are just meant for you to dream?

The canvas had been painted for more than a decade, as the paints had been cracked. I traced it with my sight because we weren't allowed to touch it.

Dinala kaming lahat ni Sir Ralph sa pinakamalapit na museum upang talakayan pang mabuti ang aming paksa patungkol sa sining.

Habang abala ang lahat sa pag pi-picture, I was busy wandering my sight to the arts that have been displayed in the museum.

Amaze and amuse.

Those are the words that I can explain right now.

I love the colours, details, shadows, and the meaning behind in every art I've seen.

I have been into art since I was a kid. I always adore the things that I can create with my pencils and crayons. I feel proud seeing my works, and also the praise I received after. Naka sanayan ko na ito, hindi man alam ng marami pero talagang hilig ko na ang pag-guhit.

Sabi ko noon sa sarili, "Balang araw makikilala ako bilang isang sikat na pintor ng sining". Pero ngayon hindi ko na makita ang sarili na tahakin ang landas patungo sa aking pangarap.

"Anong kukunin mo kurso, Guill?"

Napatigil ako sa pag nguya sa'king kinakain at napatingin kay Mama.

Seryoso ito habang nakatingin sa akin.

Uminom ako ng tubig dahil may kung anong bumara sa'king lalamunan.

"Ewan," tanging sabi ko.

I don't like this question. I hated it. Ever since I went to highschool I always been ask what I'm gonna take when I finish high school. I just shrugged those questions thinking they will never ask again because I'm still young to decide. But now, I'm in my 10th grade and I know people will ask it again.

Nakaka-pressure!

Hindi ko talaga ito gusto dahil alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ko makukuha ang kursong gusto ko. I did my research and there is nothing near my province that provides art courses. Meron sa Manila, mostly, pero ang layo-layo at ang ma-mahal ng tuitions. Hindi namin iyon kaya.

We don't have enough financial support to sustain a dream.

My dream.

Kaya hanggang pangarap lang muna ako. Ang mahal-mahal kasi mangarap.

Cursed to someone who said it is free to dream.

But well, it's true din naman... that to dream is free. But to achieve your dream... that is hard. Especially, if you were born in a lower class. Kaya naiingit ako sa mga taong may malinaw na pangarap, ako kasi yong pangarap ko malabo.

Ang labong abotin.

"Anong ewan? Wala ka bang pangarap?"

Napangtig ang tenga ko.

I frowned. "Meron."

Of course, I have. Kung hindi lang talaga ako pinanganak sa mahirap na pamilya, sigurado alam na alam ko ang tatahakin kong landas. Kaya I don't believe people who say "hindi hadlang ang kahirapan para makapag-aral" because it is a hindrance. Mulat na ako sa realidad simula pa nong namatay si papa.