Sunday, July 5, 2009

...Searching for the lighT...

In my english subjet I was asked to the a piece about what am I going to expect people at my wake are supposed to react, so at night I did my piece and take note it's only supposed to last for 1 minute and 30 seconds, but I guess there can be exception to the rules. As I wrote the piece all the thoughts came out rushing and I called my piece.....Searching for the light.



As I found myself walking in this very long road, I really didn't have any idea as to where to go or why I'm here, suddenly things started to feel starnge, silence was breaking in and I wasn't enjoying it, I then continued walking untill I saw this mob of people, all wearing black; from a distance I can hear people talking about someone, on how that someone affected or even influenced their lives, how they wished that it didn't happen to that someone; and as I draw nearer the mob, I hear sobs, robust cries and it made me decide to go nearer. As I go nearer canards about a person who's name was the same as mine were being told; things like how that person used to make then laugh, how good as friend that person was and how much he meant to them and lastly how much they'll going to miss him.
Then I saw my mom crying , next to her was my sister while my older brother was trying to mitigate my mom's crying, the scene I just saw flabergasted me as i rushed to the coffin in the middle ofthe funeral boquets.
Fear grips my heart, terror claws at my stomach, I was so petrified that I was unable to move, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I cried out to the gods "What did I do to deserve this awful fate?", It is the 7th day of July and it is my........Wake.
It took me minutes to move and think again, but I accepted my fate, for I know eventuallty I was destined to lay in a coffin paecefully. As I moved back and observed the poeple at my wake, I was surprised that people actually appreciated everything I am and ignored everything I'm not, that in a way they saw perfection from my imperfections, then it made tears fall from my eyes, tears of exultation I must say, for I was overwhelmed.
Then I remembered a wise man once said, the world rejoiced when you came into this world, but what's more appealing is you made it cry when you left, because that's the time you'll know that you made great impact on them.
So there I was slowly moving back outside the mob, I know dwwp inside me that I did good, that in someway I produced change....I went back to the long where I first saw myself walking. Now I know where I'm heading, no I know why I'm here.............I was searching for the light.