The rise and retreat of the sun and airports are two different things
preaching the same gospel: that of leaving and that of arriving. And
somehow, they are intertwined.
Imagine this: In a hospital somewhere, an old man is dying, his life
draining as he struggles to hold on to his dear memories. Of love? I do
not know. But it is said that at the moment of death, the memories of
your love are the ones that will struggle most to survive and will
fight to be remembered, until your very last breath.
Now imagine that somewhere in the maternity room, a woman is giving birth. A child is being brought into this universe.
How hard is it to believe that in that time in between the old man's
soul departing and a new child's soul arriving, that they somehow met
in soul-space and had coffee, a little conversation and perhaps, the
departing soul giving an advice or two.
How hard is it to believe that somehow, we are all connected like a
circle, where all souls departing imparts a part of themselves to all
those new souls arriving.
Maybe that kid she was holding had coffee with your lolo before he was born and moments after he died.
Strange, strange thoughts.
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Taken at the Mactan International Airport, Mactan, Cebu.
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