The Current

My partner and I were designated alongside the two corners of of the road near to the main site of Lingap, known as Little Baguio of CLSU. I felt the sweet and pleasant atmosphere of our place. The mahogany trees are standing tall, each is abound by its little branches and leaves and as high as they can shed the entire road. The presence of the sun cannot be felt through but it is the wind that tells how the weather is fine. I rolled my eyes all over our place. I can a see a horizon of grasses on my both sides. Bananas were planted everywhere but trees are dominating. The color of everything I can see is green, everywhere. Perhaps it tells a story about something I can capture with or to write for. I closed my eyes. Felt the breeze. Inhaled and Exhaled. I was really amazed of nature can relieve my stress during those moments. The pleasant climate lingers into my soul that I felt like I want I want to live there. It really tells a story.

I sat on the on the groud full of dried mahogany leaves. There are two small mahogany seedlings on my both sides that touch skin everytime I move so I decided to tear them apart into small pieces of cuts. There is a small creek beside my place that captured my attention. The sun strikes on the surface of the waters and it mirrors everything on its span. The rays bounce on all sides but it strike to me most of the time. So I decided to went down near the water surface. I know it was dangerous because could slipped on my shoes and fall directly into the water surface. But I tried with utmost care. I watched how the water flows. It makes a sound like the harmony of a music. It tells a story. I observed how the water brings the leaves into its way and into different directions inspite of its clingy affection into the muds. I went down further to touch the water surface. I soak my hands deeply like there is something I want to get. It was like a spa. The water tries to bring my hands on its way but I fight against it.

Time passed by. I felt tired of fighting the current so I just decided to let my hands go through. It was really like a spa. It was refreshing like a tingling sensation. My burdens have been let go when fighting against the current, but now I gave up and it feels comfortable. I unsoaked my hands and got some tissues. A continue to watch the flow of the water.

Suddenly a small fish captured my attention. It was a small tilapia swimming everywhere on the surface of the water. Fighting against its current is its forte. Despite of being alone, it keeps on fighting. I noticed that there is something this creature wants to find out. Maybe its school or company. Maybe it was strayed on that place because it tried to be different, a deviant to be specific. Time passes and I kept staring on the fish. I imagined how it keeps on fighting the current despite of its strong and troublesome waves. I imagined the fish is already tired on going against the flow. It want to help but I refused. The fish is unstoppable. Then all of a sudden there was a small piece of log coming near. The curent of the water carries it through its way and I know that it could carry the fish too. But the journey of the log wasn’t easy. It keeps on stopping and fighting its way against the flow of the water. It also fights like the fish and it tells an errand. The slopes of the ground where the water surface lies keeps the log staying in a particular spot to stop but the water refuses and finds its way to carry it. I felt it was a suspense moment when the climax had arrived. The log has been carried by the water and had passed on the way of the fish. Then. What happened to the fish? It was nowhere on my eyes and when I followed the way of the log, I saw the fish follows. No fighting against the current but giving up on it. The fish proves that its fighting its worth but sometimes giving up to what the flow says is better. It takes time for the fish to counterfeit and fight its way through but when the log passes on it, it didn’t really give up but it found its way better.

I was happy during that time. Seeing something finds its way better than waiting and fighting. It was really amazing of how the fish was never late enough to realize that.

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