It’s been a year since i last blow my birthday candle and how time flies. The candle of hope for a bright tomorrow lighting up my birthday wishes.
I just celebrated my birthday two days ago. Yes, i’m a year older and wiser yet i have the same birthday prayers and wishes as always.
I wish that my family will be bless all year through with good health. I wish that my parents live long enough to see their great grandchildren. I wish that my brother and my sister in law to be always in good shape so they can hug their grandchildren. I wish that my nephews and niece to be always safe and healthy so they can live a full life and achieve their dreams. And of course i wish to live happily ever after. 😉
I don’t know why, but through the years it seems like a personal tradition to slice my birthday cake and blow the candles.
I don’t really need to blow the candle this time. All i need is to close my eyes and feel the light, be grateful for the treasures that i have, a great loving family i am so blessed to be with.
And when my birthday celebration has died down and everyone is done with their birthday greetings. I look at the leftover of my birthday cake with the missing candle, this time wishing something else not just for myself.
I wish that the missing candle will always serve as light. Light when the world feel a certain darkness.
I have never imagine that i would be wishing something for the world on my birthday. My birthday wishes are always for myself and my family. But this time as i look at the world around me, my country and what’s happening beyond it, i wish for that two words that seem memorable only to beauty pageant patties…… world peace.
Yes, i wish for world peace. And i truly mean it.
Not only the kind of peace without gunfires and battles. But also the inner peace that comes within everyone. To be more kind and be more accepting of other people’s shortcomings and mistakes.
To win the battle against racism and bigotry. To be more open minded towards other people’s differences and culture. To be more understanding of other people’s religious beliefs. To be the candle that lights a dark path and show that even when the candle’s light was blown off, the splintered remaining wax will serve as a reminder that nothing in life was ever lost or wasted if it serves its purpose.
I know blowing the birthday candles doesn’t mean all dreams will be fulfilled, all wishes will come true.
Life isn’t a fairy tale. There’s more to life than my birthday wishes. And yes, sometimes wishes still ensnare me.
Staring at the blank moving wall, now called wallpaper, memories keep flashing like a movie scene. I’m still in a state of confusion as to what usually follows after finishing the sentence not with a period but with a colon that never belong to a conjunction of a subliminal past and paradoxical present.
i truly cannot understand why a tinge of justification was needed for that fleeting moment of indecision or bad judgment. Nope, it is not to be judged, i know in due time i will understand the truth.
The truth in not knowing the value of the moment until it became a memory. That obsequious feeling of driving a wheel , disregarding the traffic rules inspite of knowing that dangers will be waiting for breaking the stone that rocks the cradle.
The cradle that was all taken care of from infancy to puberty. The adolescence of the mind brainwashing humans that ignorance is a bliss, until adulthood teaches you that it’s only a bliss if you take the risk.
The paradox of following your bliss believing that you can strive for anything. Anything is possible, even screaming sky is the limit. You can have anything but not everything. An oxymoron parable that sounds better than the aesop’s fable.
The fable that shows human frailties using the art of narrating the pros and cons of an action with its lessons. Realization of the long forgone wishes. Pushing boundaries and eventually stepping over them. The pursuit to fill your bucket list with the unending whispers that the story is not over yet but too late to edit the page.
Yes, the book was already printed, but the story is not over yet.
