I was riding a jeepney on my way home from school. It has been an awfully long day and the gushing winds gave the signal that it’s going to rain sooner or later. So to ease the hunger tiredness, and worries of getting soaked in rainwater —I was wearing our corporate uniform so it is a big deal — it has been a routine to play some music and wear my earphones. I got lost in it of course, and so I did close my eyes for a while. But when carefully I opened them parallel to the right window, the sunset whispered its infinite beauty.
It looks as though it came to life from one of Von Gogh’s static masterpieces. Soft shades of purple and orange defined the fine line between the sea and the sky. And the way streaks of lightning fearlessly sliced through the heavens.
For a moment we were left with temporary scars and awful screams that seemed to last forever. But it didn’t, of course. I guess even the pains of the nature has its end too. And so does life.
And if we ever did look back on what had happened yesterday, we won’t contemplate on the growls of thunder and lightning, but by the beauty of it all. There’s beauty of it all.
Confessions of a teenage ambivert 