Quicks, Ninth
I wish sunsets would last longer here in the Philippines. Or maybe even just having sunlight around. By six in the evening, it’s already sundown. In, say, Europe, it’s already half past seven and the sun’s barely begun to set. In my ideal world, my ability to teleport affords me to globe-trot minute by minute so I only ever see the world drenched in light.
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I’ve developed a habit of pressing the plugs of my earphones further into my ears, at times to the point of slight discomfort, when I listen to music that make me feel alive. The sounds become so “raw” somehow — you distinguish single beats, the slightest gasps for air from the layers they’re buried under, stacked above.
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There is value to being punctual. And I don’t speak in terms of being courteous or professional in personal/work-related engagements. But simply of the opportunity to take your time, of being leisurely in your pace. Seize it and you have the chance to take in moments, details you otherwise wouldn’t notice. Inconsequential, sure, but only in a grand sense; it won’t move the world.
Notice, however, from your view overlooking the Luneta Park aboard a moving train, how the horizon doesn’t seem quite as clear as it had been the last time you paid attention, and you’re reminded of how things continue to change around you — some flourish, some disintegrate — and you’re encouraged to not simply be in transit, but to move both within and outwardly from yourself, such that your movements matter — and perhaps find out that taking in that one moment would eventually move the world after all.
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No matter how high the tower, if the occupant deems you welcome, a rope of hair, golden and silken, will eventually be let down. But most times there isn’t as much hair to speak of like it’s fabled, and so patience goes both ways — for the tower’s prisoner to grow hair, and for the other whose feet are planted on earth to wait for the rope to grow long enough to climb.
Patience, I think, has become one of my strengths.
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Mystery, I’ve learned, is half the component of attractiveness. Risk losing it — you either have less power to attract, or become more powerful so as to become attached instead.
