Of mailboxes and life's questions

It was my usual Sunday afternoon cocooning and having purchased a three-day unlimited Internet access, I had the luxury to wade through the clutter of emails in my Lycos mail box.

Between deleting a series of junk mails (mostly about penis enlargements, mail-order brides and viagra) and contemplating whether to lump up certain group of friends unto one folder, my eyes got caught on an inconspicuous farewell message I sent 3 years ago to my Dole Asia Colleagues.

A barrage of emotions swept me upon opening the letter and suddenly I was transported back to that time when I made the note.

It was a message of thanks to the people to who have made my serendipitous journey enlightening and memorable.

It was also a message of loss, of letting go, of acceptance of the inevitable pain that accompanies parting of ways.

And yet it was also a message of hope that despite the time and distance there is the comfort of the thought that someday our paths could cross again.

It has been three years since I left Mindanao, a place that has been my solace when I ran away from Manila to heal some wounds and contemplate upon life.

Although I came back more enlightened I still had a lot of unanswered questions.
I grew contented with the fact that while some questions will be answered life will continue to give more questions.

In the proper time and the proper place it will all fit in together like one big jigsaw puzzle.
One simply has to have hope that things in the greater scheme eventually would turn out fine.

Meanwhile life goes on…

The Astro Factor

Last night my buddies from UP Astrosoc had a get together. It still amazes me to think that Astrosoc has endured through time and distance. In terms of bonding I think it has gone far better than the other orgs I have joined or most of the fraternities I know of.

So what was it? What is the Astro factor that made that uncommon bond, a bond that makes us talk the same stuff over and over again every time we meet (and yet never seemed to get tired of it)

Astro probably provided solace for each unique individual. It was a place where one can just be one’s self and not fear being labeled weird or different. It was a group where athletic mountaineers coexisted with introverted bookworms. It was a group where electrecution-thrill-seekers blended well with role-playing-game fanatics. It was group that never raised eyebrows to a twenty-old year old who still plays GI Joes, or to a lady who refuses to give her birth date or to a lass who shaves her hair for the heck of it.

It was and still is a group that thrives on differences and eccentricities.

Yet despite the range of idiosyncrasies we realized we are the same.

We go to the abandoned and desolate hill on a Friday night to look up at the wide expanse.

We leave behind our thoughts on a make-or-break exam, or the fast-approaching thesis deadline, or the looming MRR at the end of the term.

We take part in the continuing saga of creation that unfolds in front of us.

For that brief respite we forget our hang-ups, our broken hearts, our fears, we all become innocent kids once again basking at the overwhelming creation that surrounds us.

We all find the searchers and the poets in us as we navigate through the skies. We become one.

And after that celestial journey we go down the hill and back into each of our own lives. We deal once again with the usual banalities that grind us down.

And yet we feel a spark of hope and a sense of longing. We have the energy to go through the week because come Friday night we once again come home.