As I sit at a bench in the
plaza waiting while the breeze of a countryside wind whispers to each pore of
my skin, I saw different people doing different things. Some rushed to the buildings
and some were walking out of the place crying. "Is this life I am
looking?",I mumbled to myself. Its like the wind that brushes the leaves
of the swinging trees as I hear its euphonious rhythms. Yes nature. Life is
like nature. It can be pleasant but sometimes mean. Life is a co-existence of
nature, I suppose.
I saw a little boy, all dirty
and barefooted, played innocently with the dirt. He had no parents with him.
"Is this how it ends for him?", I asked myself feeling pity of the
little boy who knows nothing of what happened. He then approached me and opened
his hand with undeniably dirty nails, a gesture of begging for something, with
his face imbued with fake pitiful emotion trying to fool me. I am annoyed of
his obvious portrayal of bad attitude. But still, I gave him all the money I've
got and water. It didn't matter to me anyway at this very moment. He wasn't
able to believe what I just gave him then ran away without even thanking me. I
realized many things with that experience. It inspired me to write my last note
as a journalist. So I got my baked notebook and pen and started to write a
note:
"To whoever reads this:
Life is really fair because it is unfair to everyone. There are always these bi-directional
events ---- happiness and sadness, success and failure, good and bad, and many
things. I say everything. There is no chance of survival, sooner or later, if
people refuse to change for themselves. Anyway, you, people, can't control
other persons' ideals so you need to focus with yours. Try to stop seeing
others' failures and just do whatever you do to succeed, in your career or
relationships, without stamping others' rights. One girl had told me that 'life
isn't about survival'. I didn't understand it before but now i realized it is exactly
what life is all about. Just choose to be happy and live life the way you want
it to be. There may be, im sure, regrettable events in our part, but just
extract the lessons they brought and bury them deeply. We'll never know when
the world ends." ----
The wind blew hard and my
notebook flew with it. I tried to catch it but i was too late so i decided to
let it go. At least, it may change someone's stand in life whoever picked it. I
got my phone out of my pocket and try to call her.
"the number you dialed
is out of the coverage area. Please try again later", the network operator
automatically responds.
I dialed her number several
times but to no avail. So I just waited for her patiently. Then a very familiar
voice called my name.
"John!"
It was Mary. She smiled at me
with no trace of worries on her face. I smiled back. We were alone in the
plaza. I hugged her tightly and kissed her gentle lips.
"Are you ready"
"Yes I am".
We held hands, as the ground
trembled, waiting for the huge 100-meter-high tsunami after a 9.1 magnitude
earthquake hit the seabed. I could hear the gushing water of the killer wave as
screams, one by one, faded, and the creaking of the uprooted trees.
"Aren't we gonna
run?"
"No we don't need to. As
you once told me, 'life is not about survival'. I have lived my life the best
way I could. No regrets. I'm happy to die with you. Mary, I choose death with
you than a life without you. I choose happiness".
We closed our eyes and hugged
for the last time.
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