The minute I realized I was under a fireworks display with ashes falling on my face, I instantly fell in love with the moment. For me, it was one of greatest moments God ever did on Earth and I would continue to look forward to seeing another one of these whatever happens.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy until last December's fireworks in UP. Whatever happened during the late months of last year definitely had something to do with my inner frustrations and it was until later that I realized I was keeping hatred deep inside me such that even the smallest thing I would usually appreciate were nothing but mere moments of action and living.
I stopped thinking about all my bitterness the moment God made me realized the wounds I was trying to caress deep in me, seeking for nothing good for the people involved. All the hatred had gone away. Maybe it was time for me to grow up.
My friends and I decided to watch the pyrolympics at the Mall of Asia on its last day. As usual, I instantly said yes even if I knew I would have a hard time asking permission to go out that night. But it didn't matter. I was going to watch the fireworks. The thought made me happy again.
There were two sets of fireworks to be display and I have no idea who sponsored each one. As the first set started, I found myself excited, stood up and looked up. Although the rockets had shoot way up such that some were actually above us, I was actually disappointed. These were the same things I see every year and I was looking for something new. I took pictures instead.
Ok. So there was that heart shaped formation. cheesy. eew. no thanks. But then, these were fireworks and I don't usually make a fuss about it. Maybe the kid has grown up. Memories of last year keep flashing in my head.
When the second set started, I knew I had to get over the same feeling once more and this time I have to prevail. Instead of taking much pictures, I looked up to the sky and said a little greeting to God. A few minutes after, I felt myself smiling. It was that happy thought again, the feeling that left me a few months back.
It has been five years since that moment and it has brought me nothing but joy. It has been years and I'm still holding on to life. Maybe the child has to grow up in me. Maybe some things had to change. But it didn't matter. The moment the fires rained on me, I was happy. I instantly fell in love with the moment and I would be looking forward for more.
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