The truth about infinity and beyond-A A +A
As It Is
Saturday, March 8, 2014
WHEN I was in my last year in high school, there was a noticeable increase in the number of couples posting their “two-fies” on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. I was not sure if the speed of time until our graduation day was directly proportional to hormonal explosions, or people were just caught up in the emotion of our impending parting.
The “Great Fairytale Boom of XUHS” started like the early morning of a Monday: Slow, dragging, and pretty much boring until your perpetual tiredness catches up with you while you are trying to get through the day.
Classes began, and while I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact that it would all be ending at last, suddenly, my best friends were changing their relationship statuses on Facebook. I would be hearing stories coated in sugar, sweetness, rainbows, and unicorns about first dates, first kisses, and joint college plans. Suddenly, everyone was crazy about the idea of forever.
Or maybe I was just being my phobia for excessive sentimentality and the promises of commitment. But I did not understand how and why people were so willing to give their last few months of high school to significant others, when the rest of the senior students faced the horrors of research papers, trigonometry, physics, investigatory projects, and accounting. However, it seemed to me that my friends were happier in love—zombies with the hope of a beloved fairytale alight in their eyes. To them, it was not about counting the days, but making the days count.
But this is the general, bitter truth that our Mommies and Daddies, Ninongs and Ninangs, and the academe cleverly disguise as “growing up:” Nobody stays forever.
A year after the Great Fairytale Boom was the Plague. The “two-fies” became selfies, the dates became gimmicks, the sweet text messages turned into college textbooks, and forever expired. I wanted to laugh at the couples from our high school and harass them with unending “I told you so!” I wanted to tell them that engineers, lawyers, doctors, CEOs, and accountants are not made from writing fairytales and channeling Taylor Swift. I wanted to slap them with the truth about forever and run away in triumph.
To cut a long story short, I didn’t. Doing so would be the most basic form of hypocrisy because I, too, was guilty of attachments I did not intend to make. It did not have to be romantic or the subject of love songs and poems, but my heart stapled around friends and people I was not meant to stay with forever. I still am.
The whole truth is that nobody stays forever, but forever gives you time to appreciate both happy and sad memories. These memories help you look back on all those shared moments and teach you to make the most out of the time you have with the people around you. Not everyone is meant to last until “maputi na ang buhok ko” that is why you learn to love them while your hair is still black or artificially blonde.
Learn to appreciate the present. The truth about to infinity and beyond is that it makes you appreciate what is finite.
Published in the Sun.Star Cagayan de Oro newspaper on March 09, 2014.