Rectangle. Circle. Inverted Triangle. Square.

Rectangle. Circle. Inverted Triangle. Square.

I felt infinite.

Last night was a flurry of colors and music. Of arms raised up high in nostalgic adoration, of tears falling. Of smiles and laughter, of strangers uniting under the voice of one man. Trumpets, trombones, violins, guitars, and etc. A night of lessons, of gratifying the ignored, of loving everything that is to be. Of fixing the seams of every individual. Of singing together, of dancing and moving and listening. Of knowing where your home is, of realizing that ‘every little thing is goin’a be alright’. Of loving who you are, of looking back through all your years and I realizing that you’ve come a long way. And that you did it.

It was beyond beautiful.

Beyond what I thought words can convey. It was everything I needed. I cried. I laughed. I sang. I danced. And as that man brought us -all of us- into his wonderland of plain music and love, I knew right then who I had to be. Myself. Simply myself. There is no use trying to act like any other individual other than myself. I am no better nor worse than the next man beside me. He made it clear -as he lifted his arms into the air and closed his eyes to the spotlight- that all of us are the same. That all of us must stand and care and protect one another.

He smiled as he sang to us. Serenaded us with his music making all of us fall deeper and deeper into the wonderland that he created. A wonderland where every man is mighty, where every woman is beautiful. There is no intellectual caste system. No rich or poor. As long as one loves he is loved and will be loved by those who also do.

He made us realize the ecosystem that we live in. That every man is needed to fulfill another man’s dream. That everyone in that stadium is beautiful, grand, sublime. He instilled into us that hate is a total waste of time.

And that:

“Understanding love is one of the hardest things in the world.”

I have a long way ahead of me.

But his words from last night will always echo in my soul.


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cie miraflor

A Filipino at heart and a Thomasian in spirit. A vocalist. A bookworm. A chocoholic. A liar. A dreamer. A coffee addict. A writer of poetry and short stories. A pending Information Technologist. A frustrated programmer. Blinded with love for Batman.

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