MAX'S POV
IT'S NO longer the same thing. I have learned that whatever I do could define me somewhere or everywhere I go. It does not pressure or give me grievance to show the paramount of your work must be continually successful. Seeing the essence of how far you've come after several years have passed can be a profound realization. The faster you age, the more you realize that your achievements may feel insignificant if they are not appreciated. Only you can understand the depth of your struggles late at night. You alone witness how you yawn in the midst of paradoxical midnight rain, feeling the agony of working tirelessly yet never feeling like you have truly won anything. Being a champion is precious because it reflects years of relentless work without respite for a single day.
I thought I was good enough to master this learning. However, I find myself repeating some mistakes, constantly urging myself to improve while enduring different levels of pain. I am anti-social, pessimistic, and introverted. I try to calculate when I might achieve the triumph of life. Hopefully, I am at the same level when I try to proceed, but perhaps it’s just not my time. Can we keep striving in the midst of losing chances? Maybe it’s not our time, or perhaps it’s not destined for us. During my leisure time, I contemplate that it might not be for me; there might be no plan for me. The scariest realization is that I might just be a person with a normal life. Yes, indeed, I prefer to be like those who have already secured their victories. Problems are nothing if you can solve them with a fixed mindset. I want to unclutter those failures within to heal myself. The traumas from the past decades still linger in my bones.
“They call me Max, but my full name is Matthew Hernandez.”
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May mga bagay na hindi madaling iwasan lalo na kung itinadhana ito para sayo. Ang antok ay hindi mapipigilan, kung sa pagtulog ay panaginip lamang pala ang lahat.
Ihip ng hangin, dama ko kahit hindi pa nakikita ng aking mga mata. Kung ang liwanag ay mawala, hudyat ito ng simula ng kadiliman. Marahil, nagtataka kung totoo ba ang multo o isa lamang itong guni-guni sa kaisipan.
Napabugtong hininga na lamang ako sa isiping iyon. Baka kakaiba ako sa lahat ng tao... Or it just furiously cold this night...
“Max, may naghahanap na naman sayo?” Wala man lang katok ngunit walang takot na nambulabig si Marco sa kwarto ko.
“Sino ba?” Inis na tanong ko sa kaniya.
“Malay ko, babae siya o baka binabae hahahaha. Yung make-up kasi niya parang hindi tuloy babae." Lumabos na ito sa aking kwarto at ako naman ay inunang ayusin ang kama ko.
Mabilis lamang akong naghilamos at lumabas na sa apartment namin. Kahit nakatalikod siya, ay kilalang-kilala ko ang postura na iyon. Long blonde hair and petite sexy body. She’s wearing a black dress that mesmerizes anyone with her outer beauty. “Bakit na naman?” reklamo ko sa kaniya. "Nandito ka na naman.”
“Bakit ba, bawal ba? Pinalayas na'ko sa amin at wala na'kong mapupuntahan.”
“It’s not my business anymore, Shane.” Bago ko pa man makaakyat sa apartment namin ay nahawakan niya na ang braso ko.
“Please, Max, kahit ngayon lang.”
“No, sorry.”
“Ano ba yan!” Bigla niya na lamang akong hinampas. “Isang araw lang naman.”
“No, Shane.”
“Max!”
“No.”
BINABASA MO ANG
I STILL REMEMBER
Short StoryMax is a poor guys who loves photography. He never knows what he left in the past but when he saw her again, he knew that he still remeber what he forgotten for a long time ago. "My full name is Matthew Hernandez."
