I tried to look for the stars tonight….but I cant seem to find any…any of the ones I remember seeing. However…I know that they are there…hiding themselves from view….for maybe they are unable to glow as bright, Deemed to be in isolation.

The moon seemed bright…..its majaestic pressence, overshadowing any in the night sky….occasionally wraping itself underneath a blanket of clouds…or at times peeking through from the darkness, shy and unsure.

When was the last time we actually sit down and observe. Observe the wealth of creation surrounding us.Looking out for that favourite star we had since we were young….or the familiar smell of dusk when we open our eyes.We used to be amazed by so many things when we were young. By the first glimps of the morning sun…..till the ever blue eternal sky,painted with patches of white clouds or occasionlly decorated with ribbons of white.

As we grow older…..we forget all this things…is it complacency? is it ignorence? Slowly…one by one….the stars are hiding….intimidated by us…or even upset that no one seem to marvel at its beauty. The chirping of birds in the morning silenced by the rumbling engines and irritating honking of cars. The sweet melody of the rivers dampen by the noise we sometimes call music.

Mankind wanted to conquer the world…and they did. Like a plague sweeping across vast continents, uprooting anything in their path. Ironically….they wonder at times…what is their purpose in life. Some had the vision clear…while some vaguely remembers the idea in mind. At the instant we came out from the passage to this realm. The first breath of air…the first cry….what was it that we were told to do. As strangers held our frail body…as stange faces became familiar….did we try remembering the message we were to convey…or were we swept away by what this world has to offer.

This transitional realm…on borrowed time. Govern by its new human masters. We tend to be ignorant of this fact. That we are here for only a while. Restraint by ideals we ourselve create….restraint by ideas we ourselve create. Man wants the world.Being a tear drop in the vast ocean of tears….tears shed by the angels and the native beings before…are we blind? or do we choose to be blind….are we deaf or are do we choose to be deaf…but one thing we are not…is dat we are not mute.Words that are poisonous to us and the entities around. Words that drift us away from what we should do.We spoke……but unsure if its the ones we were suppose to be speaking of.

Gravity did ITS job in anchoring all of us to the ground….ITS amused by how proud man sounded when he claim dat he can deny IT. As man soar in his new found toys…how IT wish it has the power to not only ground Man physically…but also his swelling ego. To remind Man that they are like a grain of sand…whose destination is not in their power…whose destination is determined by the rivers or wind that moves it around.

I want to look at the stars again….I want to be enchanted once more by their beauty.I want to wake up from this nightmare. I want to no longer be deaf or blind. As I begin on this new path…not walking..but crawling in humility. Ashamed of the ignorance thats in me. Ashamed for being who I am, Ungrateful in every sense. As I crawl towards that beacon ahead…I will try to remember my best the message that im suppose to convey..the message that was entrusted. And when I reach the passage…greeted by hands alien to me….I hope to remember….

……I MUST.

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