The Dawn of A New Life

The DawnThis year comes as a new dawn, the beginning not just of a new year, but of a new life. But as always, not without the remnants of the baggage past.

This time last year I was in and out of the hospital. Teams of doctors were trying to figure out what is that thing that shall not be named, only to find out that they couldn’t.

Several specialists took their chances, only to realize that even if they want to fail, they wouldn’t have a chance.

My bills have since mounted, rather incredulously. My body had since recuperated, rather unhurriedly. My immune system at its lowest in my thirty-seven years of existence that at times I certainly feel like I was five. You see I was a sickly kid. Being a menopause baby had its kicks.

It was funny to know that when I was born, my mom didn’t have to push that hard. I almost just came out on my own. I was so little I could easily fit in a shoebox, with enough spaces to put my feeding bottle, and with my nine living siblings excited for the new one.

And so I remembered that last year. I was envisioning that after all, I am finally going to fill the last shoe box that I’m ever going to wear, with enough spaces to put me in shackles, and my friends collectively singing in memoriam.

Life is not without its sacrifices. I have given up one thing that I loved the most, my cigar, and since had listened to those experts that had been bugging me all along who I thought was just too dumb to enjoy it, for it evidently leads me to a certain death even as it pleases me to life.

I used to be unafraid of the earthly hazards of life and death. I can hit it anywhere anytime without anything on. Bring it on. I was as carefree. The past year had made me afraid of the unseen.

Now I simply cannot afford to be, for lack of a better term, careless.

Not that I am afraid to see the imminent radiance of the afterglow, but more so, I am quite afraid of the unbearable pain that it would cause to flow. The physical and the otherwise non-physical.

Wars and conflicts have ravaged the very nature of man, eventually turning itself into the beast that it once was. Despair and hopelessness have ruined what was inherently good, and ultimately making way for hate.

Ahhh. What is it about men that make them love? Find it anywhere and you’ll find, even at the heart of indifference. It was simply born out of passion. What is it about life that naturally springs unbounded hope? Even as when you look around and all you see is nothing but endless desolation.

It’s the idea of a new year I suppose. It’s the endless cycle of life and death and eventually, a new beginning. The dawn of a new life.

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  1. A blessed Happy New Year my friend, may new hopes, joys and good health follow you and your family.
    .-= The Pope´s last blog ..The Pope Bids Goodbye =-.

  2. BURAOT (Author)

    I wish the same for you Pope!

  3. happy new year kuya! wishing you a prosperous and healthy 2010…
    hmmm…parang na-kurot ako dun ah.. i am also planning to quit “depending” on that magic stick… yung magic bottle nalampasan ko na.. but that is because I had too.. di na kasi pwede, otherwise, kasama sya sa list of habits to break..

    I have this new blog.. I called it my bucket list.. I also believe that the new year brings new hope and new beginning..

    happy new year to us!

    thanks for being my friend kuya… God bless..
    .-= reyapot´s last blog ..My Sis-in-Law’s New Year’s Eve Dishes =-.

  4. BURAOT (Author)

    reyapots, the farther we go, the more energy we use. kaya the less energy burned is better. weheheh. happy new year sis.

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