“Finally! It’s done!”
After all
of the trial and error, I yelled with delight. Imagine doing the same thing for
several tries. How tiresome! This was my first time so I suppose it was normal.
Scanning around, there was a lot of trash. All these papers were wasted just
for a simple craft. I got up and walked over to the door. Throwing the plane
across the room, and outside the window was my main goal. I took a deep breath
and got ready for my buddy’s flight.
“In
3,2,1... Go!”
I threw the
plane with all my might but it just landed in front of me. What was the science
behind this? Why wasn’t it taking off farther than how I wanted it to be? These
questions got me thinking deeply. From the ground, I picked it up and launched
it off again. And again… and again. Until I got to my tenth try. Fixing off its
other flaps before throwing it again. There! It took off! I started jumping and
laughing excitedly because, for the first time, it worked! Even if it didn’t
reach the window, it was alright as long as it flew off my hands. I didn’t want
my excitement to end so I did my victory dance while giggling. Footsteps...
someone was coming!
I hurriedly
picked up all the papers on the floor and in my bed. But It was too late. When
I turned around to look behind me, there appeared Dad, standing near the door.
His arms crossed and looking at me intently. My body froze for a second while
my eyes still looking at him.
“Hey kid,
what are you up to?”All my negative expectations faded when dad suddenly
greeted me with a smile. “Airplane... I was trying to make one since earlier.
”I grabbed all of the rubbish in my arms and tossed it in the trash can. I sat
with dad once my room was tidy.
“Dad, you
know, I had tons of tries until my first ever paper plane flew! It was hard you
know...”
At the
conclusion of my statement, I pouted. To tell you the truth, it was quite
difficult. I proceeded to collect my aircraft behind the cupboard after looking
around. When I showed it to my father, his jaw hung wide. I hope he would
approve of what I'd done.
“Good job
son! Continue doing things that make you happy. Even if it takes so many tries.
Don’t lose hope.”
Dad’s words
got me happy and pushed me to do everything. I got fascinated to work on it
better. “Even if it takes me months? Or even years? What if I got tired of doing
what I want or lose interest? Will still there be a good result?”
“You see,
you’ll never know unless you try. Even if your process would get troublesome at
times, don’t lose patience. Results could be seen at the end, focus on your
process because, with hope and faith, everything is possible. Always remember,
quitting is the only failure here. Don’t stop trying! Your ideas and
imaginations could get you somewhere you wouldn’t expect.”
Those
words... his voice still rang in my head. Gazing at his body in the casket in
front, I grasped on its handle to support my body from falling. Warm liquid
escaped my eyes which dampen the glass. I would never forget the time he
supported my desires.
I was in
high school and things started to get difficult. Slapping my cheeks to wake up
while telling me I was not a kid anymore. Dad’s death made me doubt. Whether I
should pursue my original dream, or change paths where it could result in bad
results.
My
objective was to achieve whatever I did every day... without joy. What mattered
the most was to get things done. After it, satisfaction... that I never got.
I'd be lazy most of the time, and productivity would only come when I did
something stupid. What will the future bring anyways? What was the point in
doing everything when our only objective is to get high marks to pass?
…
“Daniel...
I don’t think we can keep going. This isn’t working for us. I’m sorry.”
It seemed
obvious to me. Her attitude has altered in recent days. Why does a girl's
attention diminish so quickly, especially when we're all busy? My first
girlfriend didn't last as long as I had hoped. She was not the first woman I
had feelings for.
She
departed my apartment after packing her belongings. I kept an eye on her while
she went about her thing; she wasn't weeping or anything. Did she ever love me
or did she just date me for temporary happiness? After the door got slammed
shut, that was when my tears rolled down. As much as I wanted it to stop, it
didn’t. It flowed down my cheeks like a rummaging stream. Everything in me was
just numb, even my hands, I couldn’t feel them anymore. It took me a while to
make a decision, to not bother thinking about her anymore. Just move on and
everything would be alright like how it used to be.
…
“Hey bro!
Want to ditch classes and hook up with some girls?” one of my friends
suggested. I shouldn't follow, no matter how much I wanted to. A bright future
was on the line; still, a few more years and everything would be worth it. Why
do they keep on bothering me? We’re still in college dude, wake up! You
couldn’t be doing those things yet. “Quit bothering.”
There, they
stopped disturbing my study time. An idea popped out of my head, to cut ties
with them. People like him would be the epitome of distraction. Everything
would be alright, just take risks at this time. But no, I found myself smoking
with them behind the campus.
…
“Congratulation’s
honey! Dad and I are proud of you!”
In our
video call, Mom expressed her delight. I didn't feel I deserve this. I only got
here by lying to teachers and bribing. Everything I did was traced back to my
person. This was the only time I realized what I'd done. Dad... please know I
was sorry for everything. Sorry, I wasn't able to follow all I had only
imagined before, all those brilliant ideas... in the background, I was staying
with my friends in their dorm. My money was spent on useless items, causing my
budget to be inadequate to pay my rent. Reaching out to my mother would be
burdensome.
She would
get mad after knowing all those mischiefs I did in my college years. Smoking,
kissing, and doing inappropriate things were all in this place. My friend
suddenly cursed, loud enough for my mother to hear it.
“Hey mom!
See you next time. Sorry I have got to go.” The call ended.
I didn’t
expect it to be our last communication. Several weeks after it, my mom got hit
by a car. Those people in the car... were also my friends. I started to regret
everything. From not pursuing up until to having the worst friends. Moving back
home made me feel happy. All those memories of my family. I was the one to
inherit everything. From money to the lands my parents owned. Several weeks
passed while staying at our home, I got a warning from my old friends. The ones
that made me terrible. They said if I didn’t bail them out, then I would be
killed.
They
thought I’d get scared? No, I won’t. With all the money I have right now, I
could do everything to erase their existence just to make them quit bothering
me.
…
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