Monday, August 08, 2005

File Case of Dreams

soulshaker

It’s been raining since last night. I woke up to find out that I am swamped in homework left over from last week. As an act of defiance, though, I refused to stand up and study. I am depressed because of the rain, and the early morning signal of a dreary day.
While deep inside my thoughts, I spot a green file case lying around in my dirty room. I picked it up, remembering that it was the one I used last school year. I last opened it well, a long, long time ago, in another time, another place.
No harm in opening it today.
I am pleased and surprised at finding my protractor which I have been searching for since last October. There are my Calculus papers, my test papers, there’s even my article about failure that I’m sure I’ve thrown away. There’s a ‘happy birthday’ paper written by my good best friend. Papers, papers, more papers.
Somewhere in the middle of the trash I found treasure.
For the JS Prom I wrote the Class Prophecy, but of course one has to gather the hopes and dreams of the prophesied. I have it in my file case.
Imagine that. I thought they were lost forever.
Their dreams are in a stapled collection of bits and pieces of paper, where all my batch mates’ ambitions were written in their own handwriting. Some are simple:
“Ambition: chemical engineer.”
Some are elaborate:
“For me is to become successful in my career. To be a role model in everything, to everyone. I want to spend my life full of happiness with the girl that I really dream of. I don’t need to mention the name of the girl coz it’s obvious. If it is possible for me to replace Michael Jordan as the greatest player ever I will coz I want to be as popular as him. I want to be the idol of the masses and someday, or somehow, when I die someone will follow my footsteps. LUV YOU ALL GUYS! MWAH!” (In verbatim form)
Some are funny:
“Doctor sa International Red Cross at the same time owner ng funeral homes para package deal.”
Some are practical:
“Seafarer and sideline jobs of carpenter, painter and musician”
Improbable:
“To be engaged with Josh Hartnett.”
But nothing is impossible.

We are four years away in achieving everything we have written. We are just starting on the road, stepping on the gas.
Today I wonder.
Where will we end up?
I would like to believe that we, Batch 2005, will end up where we plan to. We’re young, innocent, and unaware about the workings of the world but I have faith that our Class Prophecy will be fulfilled.

Faith in the file case of dreams.

3 Comments:

Blogger 2nd_Guesser said...

if
to live is to love
then
to hope is to die.

have faith.
freedom is at hand.

9:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, clean-up your dirty room first before embarking on your writing talent!! Papa Maryo

10:32 AM  
Blogger Kristoffer said...

e wala naman kasing bagong post e.

9:33 AM  

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