Always

HOORAY EVERYDAY Twenty-one years seemed so fast that I could recall only too few special (and not-so-special) memories. Some of which might not deserve to be remembered. Perhaps, too dreadful to be recollected. Faces of familiar persons kept on flashing at the back of my head as I try to wear my yellow full-phased helmet. Adjusting for perfect fit, again, I began to see familiar attributes of persons who once touched my life. Yeah, it was just once before I ended up driving along the darkness of this road I know not where would take me. Instead of being with some persons, I chose to be alone with myself, simply enjoying the solitude I always hated. Instead of satisfying myself with sumptuous foods and bottomless drinks, I chose to breathe in all the meaningful memoirs of the past twenty-one years and breathe out all the horror of adversities just so I can give a chance on loosening up. Instead of loud music playing on the background as I groove to the beat, it’s the deafening noise of the vehicles’ horn which served as music to my soul and the course of rough roads full of humps was like a choreography to me. Gripping on the accelerator, not knowing I was more like flying than driving, I remembered something that made me draw just quite a smile on my face. When I was young, I used to have everything I wanted…and even more. My parents loved me as if I was the only child they had making the other siblings see me as a competitor to their attention and affection. Years passed, and they learned to slowly bear with it. I could think of nothing that would make them understand that I am not someone to be envied of because in the first place, I don’t know why I was treated that way. I was no perfect daughter; I go out without permission, I decide on things I thought I know how to handle then, I even had my own share of unexcused whereabouts. Academic-wise, I was blessed with the gift of understanding – that maybe the only thing I can brag about being me. Taking a deep...