Come Home with Me.
by Ma. Hannah Sanchez
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Everything happened so quickly. Every hour seem like minutes. Every minute is reducing to milliseconds. Everything happened so fast. The events were crucial but I stumbled and failed. My world is now lost and so am I. Everything that made my life so wonderful has now vanished into thin air. The world that had been so kind has turned its back one me. No it wasnít like this. I was great but what happened? I was born with everything that any one would want. I was beautiful, intelligent, skillful, rich, powerful, popular, influential and great. Yes, that was I. I was that person. Surely some few mistakes will not alter my whole life. Yet, it happened. Everything that I had once has been torn into pieces. I have become nobody. My mind is now rusty. My soul is now broken. My heart is now empty. My body is now tired. My skills are now gone. My possessions are taken away. I have become something much lesser than nobody. I have become a trash. I have no one and nothing to hold on to. This wasnít meant to be but I was foolish. I was too foolish not to have noticed my mistakes. I was foolish to have been so arrogant.
Now I am alone in this filthy street of this city. This city that have once look up to me has now turn its back and laugh all too cruelly at me. Many people walk with me but I donít know them. Their faces were as blank as paper. No words of gladness were written. No pictures of hope were drawn. It was just a blank paper. All of these were too familiar yet strangely unknown. I have now shrunk into a little child lost and confused in this strange world. The sounds of their footsteps were undeniable. Their number is limitless. The night sky is unbearable. Yet, everything is too empty. I want to go home but which direction should I take. I want to be found but I only become more confused. I ran and ran till my feet is tired and my lungs is gasping for air. Yet, with all my efforts and with all my tears, I cannot get out. This realization came to me like a sudden burst of wind. It was such a strong wind that it has blown away all my hope and strength. I have finally gave up and resigned to my fate.
I kneeled down and sat as if I have lost all meaning. I sat there for hours and waited for my death. The people that surround me continued their course. They were all too busy and too greedy to have noticed a trash. I sat there and watch. I then learn to observe and see something I have never knew before. This world is no different from the world I had once belonged to. Both my past and my present are similar and true. These two worlds are filled with too many materials and too much greed. They were the same in every way. The only difference is that my past was deceitful while this one is honest. I have suddenly realized a painful truth. A truth so painful it made me wishes that I was never born. This truth tells me that I have never live a life worth living. Everything that I have experience, everything that I have cherished, everything that I have work for means nothing. It was all too painful. The emptiness of my heart is now filled with deep sorrow and regrets. The sky became gloomy, as it was my eyes. In the middle of nowhere, in a place I donít want to be, I was there crying. The rain fell and it wash my tears. Yet, the truth cannot be denied.
No one care to stop not even to look at what is happening to me except for one. A man I do not know held out his two hands. His arms were wide opened to me, as if he is inviting me. It was an invitation I cannot resist. So I got up quickly and hug him. I felt a great deal of comfort and for that I was grateful. He held me tight. He then whispered something to my ears. It was clear and meaningful. He said:
ďMy child, this world is filled with deceit and pain. That can never be denied but remember that I have always loved you. Always anticipating for your return. Come home with me. The path is never long. You will never be denied.Ē
I was a little shocked and yet thankful for what he had said. I look up and saw his face. His face was different. It was not a blank piece of paper. Instead his face is a beautiful painting that portrays love and eternal peace to those who seek him. I then began to understand what he said and who he was. He is Jesus my Savior. I answered back saying Yes, my Lord.
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