Lament

[Nabulod laeng ti ladawan a naaramat]

A Day in a Life:
LAMENT
26 Dec 2016

THE day after Christmas was not that cold.

So it teases: Hope next year will be better. Will be more luckier.
But lies: If you had only gotten what you wanted then fade away...

Gift wrappers litter the floor like confetti. The living room looks like a circus. The dining table left a lot of mess. What? But that was it is. I'm honest, it kind of was.

So by mid-day, the living room is clean and empty of gifts. Though the christmas tree still up, now it looks like somebody steal the glowliness of what we waited before this important day. We are left only with our trinkets.

So there you go, loneliness sets in.

These mixed emotions collide and cloud my vision. Was it the best day of the year, or worst? Hmm... Did I find the true spirit of Christmas and recapture child-like wonder just like I used to be?

I think back to the day that now seems so far away, so unapproachable...they're gone.

We sang our favorite songs with family and friends. We danced during the night with full of happiness. We feasted just like there's no more tomorrow to come. We napped, but found no rest. Instead, still wished for more.

We waited. And still, we waited more. For Christmas day- when a child comes into the world and we felt we become children again. But when it came in all its glory, it still felt like we were waiting. What else do we want?

Or, maybe we were.

Was this how the shepherds felt, after the angel songs ceased and they returned to their flocks? Was this the same let-down the magi experienced, when they began the long trek home and Mary and Joseph fled to Egypt?

Did they wonder like I do, or shall I say, we do: Was this it? All we had been waiting for gone in a seconds? Or a baby in a manger? A gift, money and a food hangover?

But glory fades and every coming goes- no matter what you are, who you are.

And there are no words to honor this, only tears. And maybe the hope that there is still more waiting to do...in this crowded world.