A SONG SUNG FOREVER

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By Vladimir Paat Villegas
IV - Isaac Newton


Lives of the people around us are songs of different genres. Some sound conservative just like symphonies of the classical and romanticism eras, but some do sound liberal like the hits nowadays, such as rock. Some may say that it irritates their hearing, but some will defend those songs to death. It does not matter who the apologists of those songs will be, for what matters most is that the composers themselves know that there are still people who appreciate their music. But if you will song which sounds a lot of melancholy, will you dare change that tone and say that there will still be angelic voices besides those sounds of doom?

This is the challenge which I would like to ask to everyone because this is the thing which lead the other people to me and which lead me to the others. This is the thing which leads everyone to turn every requiem mass to a concerto of a new beginning.

I remembered those days when the sky was so grey and my visions were blurred. I found myself in a very hot, dark, and quiet corner wherein everything that played was the Dies Irae and Lacrymosa after all the bitterness which came to my life. No one would ever dare stop themselves from shedding the bitterest tears once they seemed to loose it all. You would want to die after all the blood came out from you than to live and experience the pain brought by every kind of wounds and by the dragging of the cruelest centurions after a bitter defeat in a mortal combat.

That was the thing that came to my mind first, but druids soon approached and said that this was not meant for me. They came and cured me from this eternal sickness that I ever had. They let me up from my ashes and have a brand new life in which there was no time for solitude and melancholy because they are always there and because of the lessons they taught. My perspective then changed and they helped a brand new me out of the den.

Then came the days when they let me in the dark forest where the beasts of yesterday resided. One by one, they took them down for me, until I said “with them, I must continue this mission.”

As we walked along the path of our lives, we saw too many victims of those ruthless beasts and godless souls. At my first act, they held me as their trainee to witness the good things in life. Because of this, too many depressions were cleared and a thousand liters of blood were saved from being wasted.

It took not that long, they said that time has come for the independence. They might be out of my sight, but they would be there in just one call. Yet, I said to myself that the new life, which I owed so much from them, had just begun.

Many things might still happen after all, but I would like to thank them so much for I owed everything that I am from them. They told so much about that darkness so that everyone would see the light. They had me imitating them for what they did, that is why this life has just become a song sung forever.