Spectacular, Spectacular
I was actually reading Patchuchay Evangelista's December 31 column last night, amid my increasing worries for the morrow's long exam. I have the entire weekend to read my module, but obviously, I hardly flipped through the pages of it, evidently, again, because of my sheer katamaran. Or perhaps, Evangelista was much more interesting at the moment.To give due reverence to her, and my being an instant fan of her, as well, I'll be using her article's title for this one.
It was the last leg of the Decem-break celebration, when I came about a friend's dilemma. I've always put this person among others in that place that I call, "the pedestal". Many I have more or less considered into it, but much less have made it. I guess they would comprise my very own Nobel laureates.
And he was actually one of them. Strong, energetic, very strong-willed, very much motivated, very much aspiring, very commanding. It would probably explain why I lost to him almost everything, even my high-school-days-old lovelife. Maybe he is just some inches shy of being that deity. Or I was just plugging in excuses to cover up my weaknesses. And I was, I realized. But after all, he was a friend. Someone I never asked for but came.
This was all I have seen. All that I have illusioned. And you could have just imagined the horror of it all when we talked about how his life had been. The shadows of his achievements proved too expensive, costing him even his very priorities. And now, just a few of those remained, and he was making the most out of them. All of these in the name of expectations. And I'm not innocent to that. I expected him much, my colleagues expected him tons of it, and they were glaringly attractive, and too precious to be ignored. I myself would have wanted the feeling of being superlative, but there's nothing sacrosanct about me, anyway.
Yes, you could say that his walls have shown in some cracks. A part was already ruptured. But I never thought of putting him off my tower. In fact, I adored him even more. It still is a mystery to me why I came to respect and think more highly of him after the incident.
And that also goes too, to my other laureates.
posted by Randyh @ Monday, January 15, 2007
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