Friday, February 25, 2011

Dawn Ramble VIII: Heart, Home, and Happiness

We never truly stagnate. The world will always find reasons to drive us out of shells, our comfort zones, our shelters. The child cannot remain one forever, buds eventually flower, shoots grow bark in time. We are driven to grow by our very natures, and by nature itself. Sir Christopher Go put it quite well two weeks ago: when one is at the cutting-edge of things, one eventually realizes his own ignorance - that there is infinitely many more things to know. We climb the summit only to find it is but a cliff - and that a descent and subsequent ascent is necessary in order to climb the loftier one within sight - one hidden from the mountain root, and from our own worm vantage points.

What is the eldest supposed to do when he finds himself between bickering parents? The white elephant can only be ignored for so long. The heart is torn when it witnesses the mother weep before the son, as soon as the son arrives home from the neighboring island touted fertile for scholastic pursuits. The mind is perplexed at the civility of the father who seems impervious to the storm winds of conflict. Both know that the clash has to be kept from the adolescent siblings, barely into puberty and the angst of the early teenage years. But I am an adolescent, too. The son knows he can be a potent force to end this conflict and usher amends where they ought be, that he has to act, before it is all too late and beyond repair. The son does not know how to best approach the problem, how to tame the beast, or kill it, if need be. This is leagues beyond the puppy love conflicts of his peers in the years of yore, even at present, really. They were all too easy, because he was uninvolved. What soldier would not hesitate to raise hand or blade against an enemy whose life has been entwined with his to certain extents?

I am not heartless. I am not unfeeling. What is delayed now, by virtue of respect and observance of respectful timing, if such a thing exists, has to commence on the morrow. May the heart steady the mind, and may the mind stay the tongue, and may tongue aid the adolescent in his attempt to fulfill a task set at birth. 

May enlightenment, Divine and mortal, and love, too, avail me.

Some princes face their trials too soon. 

May I not fail.

7 comments:

  1. good luck with that, spiral prince.

    i guess i'm lucky that i did not have to deal with that while i was growing up -- but from the stories of my friends who've had their own share of these situations, makaya ra daw na if naa najud ang situation. your better instincts will dictate the course of your actions.

    good luck ha and amping!

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  2. Be strong little one, trials make us a better person. :)

    Cheers.

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  3. the little prince succumbed to a snake bite and died.

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  4. Sometimes parents makes mistakes... they are only human.. the only back fire on that is that they have decisions that makes disruptive reaction to our lives.. kahit ako may mag decision magulang ko na parang mali.. at parang walang consultation sa kin..kase tingin nila bata pa din ako... kaso what has been done..is done... to we'll just have to move on.

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  5. thank you, everyone. your words mean a lot. :)

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  6. "All I know is that I know nothing."
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    I think you did well. I rebelled when I was on the same spot and while part of it did me good, I know I've created so many monsters and nightmares.
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    It gets better!

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