Funny how at times people tend to realize something through the simplest of things.
Just before I headed home this morning, I passed by the nearest mall in our town to buy some stuffs. Upon leaving the place, I saw the most unlikely thing there is: a dragonfly. It was peacefully resting on a rope divider in the middle of the busy street.
Memories suddenly flashed back in my mind—I remembered my carefree childhood days wherein we used to chase and catch dragonflies for past time in our village/school. Though I’m actually an Entomophobic (I fear ALL insects), I pretended back then that I loved touching the tiny wings of those poor little creatures.
After a few seconds of going back time, the realization poured.
Thanks to the dragonfly, I once again understood and remembered how important it is to shrug off things: that it is never right to pressure oneself just to fit the society; and that it is always right to think calmly without compromising one’s social acceptance. Thanks to that carefree childhood memory, I missed being free: that it is never right to feel halfhearted happiness; and that it is always right to embrace youthfulness with a mature state of mind.
As my jeepney ride went off, the dragonfly just sat there—it remained calm. Not even the busy street hindered its peaceful stance. That scene left a smirk on my face and a smile in my heart—I’m me, and no one can ever shake me.
Just before I headed home this morning, I passed by the nearest mall in our town to buy some stuffs. Upon leaving the place, I saw the most unlikely thing there is: a dragonfly. It was peacefully resting on a rope divider in the middle of the busy street.
Memories suddenly flashed back in my mind—I remembered my carefree childhood days wherein we used to chase and catch dragonflies for past time in our village/school. Though I’m actually an Entomophobic (I fear ALL insects), I pretended back then that I loved touching the tiny wings of those poor little creatures.
After a few seconds of going back time, the realization poured.
Thanks to the dragonfly, I once again understood and remembered how important it is to shrug off things: that it is never right to pressure oneself just to fit the society; and that it is always right to think calmly without compromising one’s social acceptance. Thanks to that carefree childhood memory, I missed being free: that it is never right to feel halfhearted happiness; and that it is always right to embrace youthfulness with a mature state of mind.
As my jeepney ride went off, the dragonfly just sat there—it remained calm. Not even the busy street hindered its peaceful stance. That scene left a smirk on my face and a smile in my heart—I’m me, and no one can ever shake me.
