Friday, November 20, 2009
The Song of the Old; The Wisdom of the Young
I was maximizing my time in the shower, when I heard a loud man's voice from outside the house. Yeah, he was that loud! He was singing an old Tagalog kundiman, of which lyrics I totally appreciated while listening to him sing. He has rather good voice for a random street singer but sound reverberates old age as well.
After a few minutes, I heard him sing a more familiar song. It was relatively modern and too upbeat for his voice but he managed to sing it decently as well. I heard a sound of coins dropping on the street and an increasing number of pair of hands clapping in disbelief and a tinge of amazement. I would have gone to the window and have a better view of what's happening, but that would require me to put a halt to my only relaxing ritual before I start another busy day. But I couldn't help but feel moved when I heard him say "Kakanta ako hangga't buhay pa ko".
Wow. That's passion and hope out loud! Wisdom in its humblest form. And that moment it hit me. How the young despise their youth for all the uncertainties of what life has to offer, the confusion on which dreams to pursue, the drama of relationships, the surge of all types of emotions, the rush of unsustainable passion, and the pressure of proving himself to the world. And how the old despise old age for the numerous mistakes he can no longer undo , the opportunities missed, the battles lost, the dreams they turned their backs into, and the passion that burned out. Yet outside my home, there's this skinny old stranger with ragged clothes and dirty wrinkled skin totally contented with where he is and happy with himself singing la la la.
Lord, I pray that I learn to take things slow. Breathe in life and live with least regret. Appreciate the truths, carefully unraveling in Your time and be totally at peace with myself.