My mind is graveyard of thoughts. Of things profound and absurd. Of words that faded in one breath. Left buried and unsaid.
Sometimes, like ghosts, they slip through my door— in the quiet of the night when I’m two seconds away from sleep. Pulling me up from the covers.
At times, in the middle of the day, they sit with me. Side by side. At work, when I’m staring too long at the screen. Or even when I’m randomly talking to my friends.
Remember day that when you told me about the tragedy of the commons? On how individuals tend to exploit / neglect the well-being of shared resources? For a second, Ayn Rand and capitalism came to mind.
But, like all worthy thoughts, I shrugged it away.
I let my mind wander with elves, pixies and silverdusts. I thought about how tragic must it be for other people not to trudge the earthy soil down to the very womb of nature. On how magical the day is with the leaves murmuring softly as the wind blows. The birds chirping from a distance completing the grand orchestra for just you and I to hear.
How tragic must it be for other people to think climbing the mountains is common.
Believe me, I almost choked on my lunch when that memory popped in my head. And I realized, I have killed another conversation with my fancies. We would have talked about Atlas Shrugged. You probably would have asked why I read this kind of crap. And though I do not agree with Rand’s philosophy, I would have told you the woman has got something right, too.
I would have love to hear what you think if I ask you whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be left waiting for us in our graves— or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.
But that time has long gone. This is the tragedy of being a common daydreamer. Being left with nothing but a candle for another dearly, departed conversation.
“Here lies Maria, finally one with her thoughts.”
If I were dead, my epitaph would probably read like this.
November 23, 2018 at 12:55 pm
Oh dear…you are without doubr the girl with an amazing thought here in WP. Sometimes you get so serious writing about politics and freedom and equality.. the next you could be the sweet gentle lover..and for other times you are wanderer…here you think about thinking (lol..am i making sense)..
But i love love how you mind works wonder…
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November 23, 2018 at 2:55 pm
Awwee Mich!!! First, I miss you 😍 How are you and the family? And… thank you. I think you and I can relate to this— for most often we don’t wander with feet but with our minds 😊
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November 23, 2018 at 3:19 pm
I miss you too Maria….we are currently living (for good) out of the country na…d na nakapag paalam lol..
November 26, 2018 at 1:37 pm
Awww… How’s new life? I hope and the family are having a great time.☺️☺️
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November 24, 2018 at 10:54 am
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November 27, 2018 at 1:40 am
Ahh you have so many sides to your writing, Maria, just like how your thoughts are infinite. I always love reading your thoughts as you convey them so wonderfully
January 22, 2019 at 3:36 pm
Maskin kapilaon ug basa, nindot gihapon 😭😭😭