I really am imponderable, I guess. The moment my teacher told us about this, my mind ran out of ideas that probably eluded their existence from my brain so that I may not really understand what am I. So, tell me, what am I?
To start off, my mommy said I'm forgetful, notorious, all the negativism I can recall. Perhaps, I just could not retaliate what has she said good, but I don't keep that in mind.
At school, I have friends, or at least the singular form. I don't know. I just hate people very much, just because of instances. Or so, and they too hate it. If I do not get along with other people, my intuition says it's okay, for they do not know what they are missing. I don't know, I'm egoistic.
I personally love to draw. Only, if I decide to draw some comic strip or something, I can only draw legs and neck and busts, or face and muscles, similarly akin to anime guys. It would most probably look cool to me.
And most recently, my parents and I had fun playing cards. And with that I felt so calm. And pure.
What am I talking about? I just felt the need to say it, though. It's just an immense elucidation of my skin concealed from some superficially perfidious eyes of the judgmental, after all. And to flourish the sincerely slow unraveling of myself. What kind of hero would I sound if I would not give a definite answer? So here I go... saying I'm an oblivion tree.
I firmly believe that there is no full contemplation on what a person really is, unless he is described by God. And also, the simplest thing I can eventually reckon about my human mind is that it does not take things systematically. I do not look like someone who paints the world with such vigor and splendiferous, wow, and can y0u deem I can just write about something, obviously unaware I could complete a sentence without looking back?
Confused, discombobulated, disentangled - you name it, but every person has his own jigsaw puzzle to solve, a house to construct, better yet a tree to grow himself. And what I can regard is that I can always ensure taking care of that tree - and it will stand tall, like its caretaker.
Our teacher told us to compare myself to a tree, and like what oblivion means - nothingness - there is only one tree like that. I'm incomparable, and I am a Filipino, hence, I can be the tree I can look up to, which is nothing at all. Does this blog post sound void?
So, are you aware of the famous tree - oh yeah, there's none like that, like the name itself. Perchance you are now. And therefore, unlike an apple tree we have probably read in our story books, or told by our fancy preschool English teachers, that sufficed all the blessings she had to the boy, I do not. I have already proven that when forever is given, there is no taking back. The only thing that would mull over things is the knowledge that we do not have to repeat it. I give, but unlike an apple tree, I could not give all for I know I should partake for myself; and for the record, I kind of revealed a pearl of tear when I read the last part of The Giving Tree, saying all that she has was given, and I felt the wholehearted love in it.
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