10:12 AM, Thursday, I was sitting outside the Gym waiting for my colleague. It was about an hour when I do nothing but staring at the garbage pile. Suddenly I noticed the bamboos, some were chopped and some weren’t. What captured my attention was the curve one. I looked closely. Then I remember where they bought it. I remember where they used some of it. I was thinking using it as a projector screen as what I’ve seen. “No, no!” I said, I should think another uses of it.

I smiled; I was thinking I’m a dumb talking to myself. Then I looked at the butterfly. It was like a cloud appreciating the beauty of the green grass despite of the rubbish behind as it fly and transfer from one plant to another. I get my phone and typed some letters, “there you go!” message sent.

“When life seems so weary, You hold my hand” I sang some lines of one of my compositions as I sat down at the rough trunk of the bamboo. I stares at it again and wasn’t thinking anything, its purpose or even a reflection. After a few seconds I remembered something. I was asked to get the TOR of my classmate coz she’s transferring to other school. I felt blessed; I am lucky because in spite of my poverty I still don’t give up studying in MSU-IIT. Even though my brain don’t get the right nutrients needed for the production of logic and ideas and even sometimes (if not often) felt the aches caused by hunger I still survived the hurdles of numbers and calculations. I stopped for two-semester coz of financial problem. After all the rest of numbers I found it hard to understand the manipulation of every equation but luckily I passed the subject.

I looked at the bamboo again. It was like life, it has a unique path, some go straight and some weren’t but have its common goal, to reach the height it desires. But I noticed that some bamboos do not reach very high because their trunks were bended. That’s why every part of it needs to be developed, needs to reach its maturity for it to step into the next level and sprout the next leaf. Life, like bamboos have its common needs, nurturing agents and time to see its artistic outcome despite of the calamities and roughness of nature.

Suddenly something destructed my imagination, a tiny leaf that once give life to a tree fall on my face and now ready to be used for fertilization.

The mystery of life lies only with God. When I define life, this phrase comes to my mind “life is an art of seeing everything as a purpose”, a purpose why 10:12 AM, Thursday came.

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