I Stood

I stood in silence as I stole a shot of the white bird with a camera.  Though some of the fowls were afar from where I was standing, a couple of pictures were taken as they slowly pecked food before turning to fly.  It was that pivotal moment, the sudden flight that I wanted to capture in photographs.

I sat in silence when I was riding the Skytrain on my way back home.  I was mostly busy reading the minds of the commuters concocting in my head the stories of their lives.   Most had sad faces though a couple was happily chatting.  A man, unperturbed by the halting and going of the train, was gazing out of the windows in deep thoughts.  I looked at him and realized that I am like him in my years and years of existence.  I was always pensive.  That still moment, of a man in meditative posture, was captured in my mind. 

I waited in silence as I wanted to hail a cab to bring me forth to my destination.  However, I was just looking unto all the passing vehicles without even raising my hand to flag down a taxi.  I was more mesmerized by the comings and goings of cars and trucks as I listen to the noisy sounds around me.  I was enthralled by what I was hearing, a discordant mixture of sounds.  In that very moment there was something different, a lively feat that my heart wanted to capture. 

I took a leap in the beginning of the year and my sudden soaring through this new found life was very overwhelming.  I am always in a battle with what is supposed to be said and done as opposed as to what should be kept private or hidden. But I became that bird, I was given wings to fly and soar I did. 

The man in deep thoughts is still around but now, his are of happy thoughts.  Suicides, failures and regrets are becoming things of the past where hope, faith and love become scaffold of a new life.  He learned how to smile and smile he did.   He is becoming more of a person, with a more positive outlook in life.  He is still in deep thoughts though, but always hopeful of what is to happen. 

Though still miles away from having a colourful life, I am beginning to feel alive inside and out.  I am not longer just a spectator, but also a doer and actively seeks for my own betterment.  To stand and wait for a cab to stop is simply vacuous.  One needs to act, to hail with his might, or even wave to find an empty cab to bring him home.  I did not just put my hands up, I also shouted and jumped, rejoicing to what I found.  The ride might be bumpy but I know that in the coming months and years, I have a journey and a destination.