MY FAVORITE BOOK

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By Vladimir Paat Villegas
IV-Sir Isaac Newton


A Wrinkle in Time, Spirits Rebellious, The Prophet, The Satanic Verses, Hitler’s Niece, Tales of Horror, Tales of Poe, The Vampire Chronicles, etc.

At this age, a lot of books passed by my life and every title could just fill this page. Classics like those of Dumas, Dickens, Stevenson, Wallace, Hawthorne, Verne, Wells, among others came my way when I was just eight; then those by L’Engle, Gibran, Rushdie, Hansen, Hernandez, Bulosan, among others, and thrillers by Poe, Stoker, Shelley, King, Rice, among others were the ones which were contained by my shelf since the beginning of my teenage years. Despite my hectic schedule today, there was still time for me to read a lot before taps though most of those books are just stuck on the shelf, but they gave their timeless thoughts to me and there would be a time when they return to my hands because of a sudden need. These books resemble just someone who had sits around the corner and waits for others to be the ones to approach, so that she may give the advice in times of need.

Back those times, it was just after a period of devastating rains and blinding and deafening darkness. Under those circumstances, I learned to express myself through writing then everything became clear and bright just for me to see my way. Every time spent in the desk was a time for a literal flash back of my life right before my eyes which enabled me to see someone else who had been there just around the corner. She just waited for someone to take the first step and the rest continued with her, just like a simple wave and hello and an approach because of a sudden need of a companion and an advice. With that, I saw that the simplicity was with her though silent waters run deep; so, there was no more time to waste because the reason of everything and the one who deserved my midnight oil came my way.

It took not that long and fate gave signs by changing almost everything in my life and letting the best out of me; and so, that was such a major turn in my life. There was no more reason for doubt for fate was the one to say that the path taken was right, so everything kept moving along.

There was no other thing to do but to make her feel that I was there by her side even through a simple drop. The fullest of my life seemed to happen wherein heaven and hell were even traveled and the seven seas were even swam. I would even climb a mountain, search every corner of the world, follow the one who beckoned me, yield to an unknown angel, believe everything, let my stars, and risk everything including my life just to have her once and for all. If there was a need for my grinding and assignment to the sacred fire, nothing mattered as long as it was for the one. I would let everything be lost as long as it would be hers.

But just like a story that has ended, a rain that has stopped, and a fire that has gone out, the unexpected happened for I died, fainted, and failed.

Tortured, crucified, and thoroughly shook, I could feel and move nothing at all. Nothing happened and everything turned dark for there seemed to be no more way to prevent me standing naked in the wind and melting in the sun. Everything changed once again, but it was for the worse during the second time.

I just got myself so hypnotized by forgetting everything that was in the past already. Freedom became mine and the want was achieved – to have myself at the heights. Because of it, I said to myself that there was no more need for a reason for it was me already; so, I tried to absolutely forget her by overloading myself and clinging to someone else, but I just made myself a slave with heavy invisible chains. I never knew if I would be sent once again to the torture chamber or the staff would be laid upon my shoulders once again because the king called me every night.

What happened thereafter was just a quick move on. There was no more time to think why everything went so wrong. I tried to be back to her though I was so confused by the things around me. Now, everything just changes and develops still with her though there was no certainty if she would be my end. My wings might just be broken once again, but there was nothing like her even if I would try to search eternity.

She is truly my favorite book for she is the one who is able to touch me so much through her simplicity. Of all the times, she is able to make me laugh and cry. I may just try to return her to the shelf of my life once again, but she is already in the pages of my history which can never be torn anymore. Everything might change, but she will always remain as my favorite book.