Life is a construct.
This phrase reverberates back in my mind on my way towards the sea. The sun was still high
when I arrived here, and my skin who has been denied of sunlight for so long wholeheartedly
embraces the radiance emanating from the shimmering sea.
As I looked at the horizon, I cannot help but focus my thoughts on the calm waters, whose waves gently lulls me to peace. The soft sounds of water touching the rocky shore; the breakwater that seperates me from the great beyond is like a white music that only I could understand as the briny breeze brings me to a world beyond the four corners of our cold and empty office room.
Some curious passersby might think that I'm crazy boy basking under a scorching sun. But like the two foreigners behind me that is being swarmed by lively street kids. I think all of us
have one thing in common for coming here.
To witness life as it unfolds in its most unspoiled state.
The still waters still speaks to me despite the numberless trash that has corrupted her. She says life still endures despite the desecration we have inflicted her. Life has a thousand and one ways to fight back - it is us who doesn't want to listen and to heed to her warnings.
Far beyond, there are still brave souls who embraces the sea's enduring spirit. They swam across polluted waters, trying to prove that life can be found somewhere under the shores' shallow bottom. It was an idyllic afternoon to bask under the sun. The unusual silence is like tranquility you find after dancing a hard and heavy tribal house.
I just hope that in the next lifetime, these things would still be appreciated. I hope the others after me would realize how much fulfillment these balmy afternoon brings, if one has the ears to listen and the eyes to see beyond...
The street kids still tries to impress the two foreign couples, as people from all walks of life suddenly converged around us. In all honesty, I'm not used to this kind of scene; what's more appalling is that these kids should have been in school at this very moment - learning and gaining lessons the world has to offer.
The sun retreats beyond the horizon and the world begins to cool down. Slowly, the baywalk awakens from its slumber after the unusual silence the afternoon brings. I will try to remain here, as long as time would allow. After all, such moments rarely comes nowadays.
I wonder if that brief pause allowed me to tap my innermost thoughts... did the sea reminded me of my purpose? did she told me about anything about life, after seeing the different angles of it, from the foreigner couples, to the curious bystanders, to the sweaty joggers and from the annoying street children?
Whatever the answer would be, I know, I did enjoy this brief respite from monotony. Life has its own way of correcting itself - only to remind us of the things we have cherished most. Indeed, life is construct, it constantly evolves in order to find its purpose.
Life is a construct,
and we are its engineers and architects.
It is us who decides what life we want to live.
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