The silhouettes of the past.
Laughter and tears --- a roller coaster ride for him.
His peers, close nearby, yet he had departed without a word.
That ironic twist of fate; a reminiscing that haunts!
Thunder sobs and heaven cries out. On a dark and misty boulevard with a light emanating from the waning moon, he’s nowhere to go. It was a freezing night for cats, but he still managed to be in that bench. Humming unconsciously, he found himself wearing a black tuxedo with a rose on its square pocket while he’s holding a martini glass.
“By all the hard work and perseverance you put it, this marks your successful academic year in the university. Cheers!” said Dr. Lopez. A boisterous silence followed, and everybody looked at him as if he did something wrong. That’s when he realized his rose is dying.
After that momentous scene, a white four-cornered room awakened his system. With a life support machine on his side, Denver witnessed himself lying on a hospital bed fighting for his life. A man came in and checked him, but no matter how loud he cried out, the man could not hear him.
“What happened? Can anyone hear me?” he shouted from the top of his lungs. He got up and left the place, still baffled by everything that’s happening around him.
Denver fell into a coma because of an an oxic brain injury due to cardiac arrest. Fate was cruel.
By heaven’s grace, he woke up on his mother’s birthday.
His past experiences in seafaring taught him that life should be lived to its fullest.
His graduation ball left him a lesson that even if the carnation on his corsage is dying, it still has the chance to be revived.
During his college years, when he encountered hardships in his academics, and still finished his education, getting the chance to go on-board, reminiscing it reminded him that his determination in the past was a victorious feat.
A heavy object slammed against his backside that made him flinch. It was his granny hitting him with his cane. He was just dreaming about the strict household he once grew up in.
“Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage,” Lucius Annaeus Seneca once proclaimed. You will never reach success if you keep on lingering on painful memories. A person can use that agony to fuel his determination towards striving for greatness.
He stared down at the periphery below his chin. His black tuxedo and that glass of martini reminded him to leave the silhouettes of his past behind, and move forward to the lights of tomorrow.