It is December once again and there seems to be something in the air that makes it bittersweet. No, don’t ask me what it is because I can not put my finger on whatever it exactly is.
There is this certain sense of melancholy that I could not define when December begins. This is the time when people are rushing because they want to start preparing the things they want to share with their love ones. This is the time when people are rushing to get presents for their friends, their families, family friends, business associates and partners. This is the time when people start giving gifts to people they picked for their Kris Kringle. Heck! This is even the time when you see people preparing gifts for their pets!!!
There is happiness that you’d see in the eyes of the kids receiving gifts from their godparents, the joy that you see in the faces of the people receiving gifts from the company they work for, the happiness that you’d see among friends and family sharing their time together, building memories of one another, with each other.
That’s what bums me. Not that I am totally alone in December, it’s just that most of the people I want to share my December with goes away to another country one by one. Besides family, Cristina is in Orange, Fesca is always busy and spends most of her Christmas in Manila, Arbeth is now in Melbourne with Joeven. Last year, Raymond was sent to the site, Kurt left for Chicago.
While friends in Manila who were assigned outside the country are home for the Holidays, I am in Iloilo for the very same reason… The Holidays. Home to spend time with my uncles and my aunts, my granpa and my gram, my crazy cousins, my pesky little niece, my dear little mongrel named Billy and the friends I could meet while being here.
Home, yet, the only real comfort I have at the moment are my memories when everyone was here. Occassions when the little world I know is complete because everyone I wanted to see was there. Bits and pieces of time spent together that gave me the memories I find comfort with, specially carved in time to brighten my darkest day.
Life goes on everyday, whether we live with it or not. The only gifts we have are the memories we have built, good or bad. Time was given to us for our taking. Being busy is no reason because we can always make time if we have the right reason.
December bug. A bitter pill to take to make me regain my strength. Building new memories for me to come home to. The world is a lot colder than it could be estimated, especially when those people you want to share your ups and downs with are not always around.
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