The Story Of A Boy

He wept. On endless nights. He went on to thinking what more was there to love. Powerless, he knew he couldn't do much to suppress the pain and hurt. Everything fell back to the place of starting. Some stuff just never change.

11 years has passed since he first knew of what life was like without being monotonous. He didn't exactly have things the way he wanted, but he knew he was contented. He was loved, and he loved the fellowship that followed through the years.

He reached adolescence. He didn't have any friends. However, a new couple came into his life. He was touched. Next, came a friend who has been his best for the years to come. He was loved by these. And that was what kept him from falling. He stayed strong.

He passed through school with a miracle. Family objected. Friends objected. But he persisted. He thought he knew best of what he wanted to do. He decided against all odds. He thought he knew he could handle it.

School life began. He experienced a new culture altogether. He was surrounded with crowds who took cigarettes, and uttered endless vulgarities. He adapted, thinking life would one day be better.

And then he had to work. He went to learn about the industry. The ugly face of the world sufficed. He couldn't believe the world has so much he didn't want to know. But he was forced, once again, to adapt. And he didn't see his friends for 1 month. Not even a glimpse. He didn't go to the place of refreshing. He was dead in spirit.

But he perservered. And he came out a stronger person. But then he looked back at life. He really wanted to change things. He wanted to be somewhere people would be proud of him. And yet, he knows what his role in life is. Getting there is another matter altogether.

He then got down to being serious about his life. He wanted to be a warrior. He wanted to defeat enemies of large numbers. He wanted to have what it takes to kill all opposition. And so he engrossed himself, reading.

And he committed himself to being a blessing to those around. Just like his first 3 friends did. But he hit so many rock walls. So many valleys. He thought he was going no where. But slowly, he saw fruits from the seeds he planted. He saw people rise up to life's challenges. And he was so glad.

Then, he was given a role for a musical. He wanted so much to do well for it. However, it made him lapse. His role made him remember the past. Of how he was like before he got out of it. But that wasn't all. He was confused. He had so much on his mind. He went back to thinking too much.

Friends were extremely concerned for him. They didn't know what seemed to be the problem. They felt detached. They saw a change. But he didn't feel he changed. Or did he?

He wanted so much to be in solitude. To stop the world from knowing what was happening. But, he didn't want that. He wanted the way he was, but he didn't know how. He didn't even know how to open conversations anymore.

The sound of thunder assures him of the presence. But fear grips him. The unimaginable was what he didn't want. He wanted so much for the good, so very much.

Eli: But I do wish life was as simple as Punch thinks. As you will see shortly, little grey dots may be the least of his worries. And mine!

Flashbacks. Sad but it happens. The past. People always thought him to be cheerful. They loved to tease him. They loved to make jokes at him. He took it in. He never once got angry. But did anyone know he was hurting bad by those teasings. Guess no one knew.

He tried to hide his feelings. His hurts never showed. He didn't want people to see the sad side of him. Alas, it happened.

Oh, it's 11pm. I got to go eat dinner. Ok, have a good week people. Till we meet again.

God Bless