Saturday, August 29, 2015
Darkness. . .
Anywhere I look. . .
Is Darkness. . .
I can still remember, the last long weekend had passed
without any light. It’s full of darkness, from the road up until our house.
Everything is shrouded in darkness.
“Has it always been this dark?” I asked myself.
I walked and walked. Neither a single soul is to be found
nor a glimpse of light or a sound. Every lamp post I passed is like a distant
past.
Suddenly I came to a stop, as my feet where about to snap.
“I’m tired. . .” with a sigh I murmured.
How ironic to think that I used to climb these in the past,
yet here I am catching my breath just like collecting scattered dusts.
I stumbled upon a large rock and from there I sat.
How long do I need to climb? It feels like I’ve been
climbing long enough, yet I still cannot find the top. Do I even need to keep
going? Is there any point in going on? These thoughts have bothered me while I
rest.
“OH! You’re earlier than I expected! Shall we go?” a man
asked.
I stared blankly at him. His face seems familiar.
Suddenly I recognized him, “OH! Uncle!” I said.
“What, already tired? You’ve still got a long way to go.
Let’s go!” he said.
And so, I decided to carry on.
As we were walking, something whispered in my mind.
“What, already tired? You’ve still got a long way to go.”
These thought have echoed in my mind like a giant bell being rang.
“What if I stop?” I asked.
“Think about this. If you stop now, would you be able to
know what’s on top?” my uncle answered with a smile.
I looked up at the sky and I saw the stars. “The sky will
never be the same again.” I suddenly uttered these words.
We continued to walk and as we go higher, the journey
becomes harder, from paved roads to rocky paths. Every step I make, the more I
can feel my weight. Every breath I take, rushes me to my broken state.
“Still alive?” my uncle asked ridiculously.
With a laugh I answered, “I guess I’m still alive but barely
breathing.”
While laughing at each other, my uncle suddenly point at
somewhere.
As I look to where he pointed. . .
I was shocked and amazed at the same time.
I saw the light coming from the city. It was so bright like
a rising sun, full of blue, yellow, orange and white color that lightens up the
dark night. And above them, the stars twinkle like a Christmas light beside
comes the moon which looks like she had just awoken from her slumber.
With a sigh I said, “Such a perfect view!”
I never thought that it was this good. . .
“So was it worth it?” my uncle asked.
I answered with a smile,” Yes it was! It really was worth
it!”
We stayed there for a while and after a couple of minutes we
went home.
As I entered the house, I suddenly realized that it’s still
dark, even darker than before.
I looked outside the window and there from the house of our
neighbour, I saw it!
“Eureka!” I shouted with joy.
But is it really true?
With a spark of joy and hope, I stared at it.
Was it really Hope? Happiness? Heaven? LOVE?!
With heavy breath, I took my step.
One after another.
Slowly.
My heart beat faster and faster.
I felt excited at the same time terrified.
I suddenly came to a stop.
I reached for it slowly.
And just before I open it, I shouted with confidence, “Let
there be light!”
Then
There was light.
