The Babbling Bleating Old Man

A few years ago before my friend and I went separate ways after high school, he asked me, "What drives you?"

I replied, "My past."

The lesson realized after a few years:

You will be consumed by what drives you. The reason of your rise will the biggest threat of your downfall.

There is a tree. Not an ancient one but just a few decades old. The tree has no name but has its fame.

Every story has its beginning and every tree has one too. The tree couldn’t remember when it was rooted there, or why. Although the tree is just a few decades old, it does not look like one. The tree does not grow by calendar cycles or water. It grows by meeting spirits and people, old and news ones alike. The spot where the tree is rooted is in middle-path that connects different worlds.

The tree’s location is the tree’s uprise and demise at the same time. Meeting different spirits and people taught the tree from various perspectives. Nasty ones taught the tree nasty things. Cruel ones taught the tree cruel things. Noble ones taught the tree noble things. Kind ones taught the tree kind things. Knowing both sides of mirror altered the tree’s growth significantly.

People talk about the tree. Spirits talk about it too. They seek the tree to grant them wishes. They thought the tree is a magical artifact, in fact it is not. The wishes it grants, are from the things that the people and spirit gave him before. In fact, as more people and spirits seek the tree, the tree grows taller and stronger. The tree grew too much to a point when it realizes, there’s so much it has left behind.

To the tree, any passerby is a blessing as it is rooted to the spot, unable to move anywhere else. Being able to grant the people and spirits wishes, is not just a responsibility to the tree. To the tree, it takes them as a priviledge. A priviledge to be able to share its stories. A priviledge to give hope. A priviledge to be a friend.

The tree is growing old. It has been wondering lately, how will its life be if it can no longer grant any wishes. It is wondering, are the people and spirits talking to it because it makes them feel there is hope around. It is wondering, are the people and spirits talking to it because it makes them feel the impossible is nothing. It is wondering, is there anything it can offer when it can no longer grant wishes.

What if the tree cannot grant anymore wishes? Will the people and spirits still talk to the tree? What if the tree is not able to speak anymore?

I got this story from a friend. To me, in the end, I think I the tree will just be any ordinary tree. It will provide the shade when needed. It will provide the wood when required. When it is old, it will be fallen and that is the end of it. Never be taken genuinely.

1. Life is regretful, at times.
2. You never know what you lose, until you really lose them.
3. I have lived with regrets, I thought I  moved on.
4. I disconnected all the chapters, and reconnected them again. I don’t think I moved on afterall.
5. Instead, I think I am drawing strength from the past to drive myself forward.
6. It is good to learn from the past. But if it is based on vengeance, I am not sure if I’m doing it right.
7. Life is confusing. And I’m confusing.
8. Nice.

Yet another one. Mr. T. 9 million. To believe it or ignore?

Let’s do it.

Would you love to see the world burn?

I do.

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isnt that the way
Everybodys got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybodys sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on…

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

"Sometimes, you will have a bad dream. The dream was so real that it (entirely) flows in your veins. Then you wake up - just to waiting for it to happen beyond your eyes."

Anonymous

Come on.
What’s wrong with you?
You simply have no grip of yourself?

So, you chose to play again? Sighs. I know you will come.

You just know how to pick the right time, don’t you?
So cold. Hehe.
It’s drizzling outside - probably in my heart too.

Listen.
Do you?
Hear the rhythm.
Of the falling rain…

Stop raining.
Please?