There are times like these that I just want to sleep forever or wished I wasn’t born.
by: Lara Nikaela A. Rubinos
Many things begin to make more sense with age. Funny memories, some of them, suddenly became not funny anymore.
One funny memory I had was during my first grade. My teacher gave us a recitation activity about what we want to be when we grow up. She made us fill the blank at the end of the phrase “I wish I were”. Of course, everybody said their own desired professions, doctor, teacher, nurse. I was six years-old at that time and I said “I wish I were a lawyer”.
Then, it was my classmate’s turn. He stood up and said, with confidence and a smile on his face, “I wish I were a carabao!”And everyone, my classmates and I and our teacher, burst out laughing.
We thought he didn’t understand the instruction and we all laughed in his little idea. Come on! Who wants to be a carabao, right? Carabaos work hard under the sun and they only do what their owners tell them so.
Years passed and life got harder. I lie in my bed one night, sad and frustrated of the problems in life. I wish I would not worry too much. I wish there is a way not to feel the loneliness. I wish I were a carabao! Yes, one lonely night I dreamed of not being human at all. I dreamed I was a carabao tilling the earth, working hard in a humid day under the harsh yellow sun, and despite of these, not feeling anything. No sadness at all.
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