It Ends Where it Began

One of the best Saturday nights, I, together with my peers gathered for one celebration of nearly five years of friendship. Sitio Lucia has been a place for our milestones since the day twenty four different roads have met a single path. As I remember that first day, we were all here just boys ang girls with faces new to each other. For unknown reason, we just have a good time enough to peek what’s inside everyone’s lunchbox. With each toss of beer and the loud beat of the sound, I grasped myself with a sigh. “It’s good to be here” I said. Bonded by the name we were entitled (as politically acclaimed youth), our league is strengthened as we go with time. Hardships at work, never-ending meetings, laughters from talkshits, weep of broken heart and sometimes mind, wasted adventure island trips, overnight drinking sessions and unanticipated turns of circumstances from personal inclination. We have grown enough I think and we knew each other as well. That’s enough to throw a celebration that we are having for the last night that we have gathered again. But this time we knew the reason---a dereliction I guess. Parting ways are just sweet sorrows. The freshmen few years ago are now tracking their separate lives with a spirit of a brave heart now. Some were parents, breadwinners, political movers, some left the country and some are still on their way of striving hard for fulfillment like me. Time become short when you know you’re taking it good. How I wish that memories wouldn’t abandon our reason for seeing each other just for a short talk or even just a lift of an eyebrow. How I wish that we could still have late night never ending drunk-talk, jamming and road trips. How I wish we just don’t know the reason for a celebration and I say—“it’s good to be here.”