ATENEO UNDER THE SKIES.
i like this idea. We have been attuned to be in the right place.
The wrong place is always wrong and when you stay there it is not a good sight
to look at.
There are wrongs and there are rights. The wrong people. The right ones.
The wrong dress. The right attire.
The right time. The misfortune of being in the wrong timing.
Bad luck. Good fortune. The right attitude. The wrong choice.
The wrong side of the bed which cannot put you to sleep.
The perfect choice. The ill wind. The right season. The bad fall.
Someone points to us a place beyond all these. I do not know where.
Or what. But it is one which is beyond right or wrong.
Perhaps you remember how we all friends meet on the grounds of the
manicured grassy part of the university after all the footballers are
gone.
After class.
When we simply lie on the ground without anything definite to say.
When we are free even to just be silent and gaze to the sky.
Until the moon and the stars come. When we have no more words to
describe how beautiful they are.
The night is cold and yet so peaceful.
When we have become too powerless in our struggle
for clarity.
To be articulate.
To be logical.
To be critical.
When we are simply ourselves.
Talking nonsense.
Opting now for
that sense of holiness in the silence of our wander.
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