One Dreamy Night

It has been more than two weeks passed, but I still have same sweet dreams that come to visit me in my deep sleep... A dream inspired by a "dreamy night" experience... It was the 20th of May, this year, the feast of the Mother of Perpetual Help.

I was there sitting in front of the stage, watching a live performance of the talented kids in our community. It was so alive, the kids, they were singing my life! I mean, I always had my fantasies -- which were inspired by my loneliness, and a prison of my own home. And the kids, they sang the songs my soul sings for me before I go to my dream land.

Well, nothing really original, they just sang "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid, "Babrbie Girl" by Aqua, "True Colors" a version of M.Y.M.P., and "Rainbow Connection" by Leah Salonga. They even imitated the casts of High School Musical as they lipsynched "Fabulous".

But what made the night really dreamy, is that as I sat there watching their performance, I felt my worth... being director and trainer isn't that easy. And seeing them improve that much, and hearing the crowd who didn't know I was the director of the show speak of good feedback about the performers, I really felt so... ACCOMPLISHED! I have discovered that part of me that I have never seen for 20 years, and the happiness inside me that I never thought ever exists.

I have always dreamt of being a veterinarian, since I was very little. But that night, I was not a vet, but I saw my life flashed before me, and then I knew...

The Girl Beneath the Tree

Life has been so harsh on me these days. I feel so troubled with how things come to happen to me. I could even hardly find time for myself. My schedules suddenly changed affecting my routines and lifestyle. Until one night, as I was walking on my way home (as I used to do everytime I feel troubled -- my way of taking a moment), I saw a girl just at my age sitting at a rock beneath a tree. I wondered, why would a girl be there in such a dark, cold night? To my curiosity, I went to approach her. Before I was able to say a word, She looked up to me. And to my surprise, I found out that she was the lively performer (singer) at the bar where I went with my friends the other night. But the liveliness was gone... her eyes, they were as cold and dead as the night. So, I decided not to say a word and just sit beside her. It wasn't anything that I meant, I just felt like wanting to be there and sit in silence.

Sometimes, words wouldn't be enough to reach out. And that "sometimes" happened to me. I don't know if it was me trying to reach out to help her, or if it was me reaching out to her knowing I was also as dead (inside) as she was.

I was just reaching out...