Author: Chris Jean-Baptiste

Imagine time, an element in which have limited leadership and stability with, ticking and ticking as every single minute passes. Panning back a bit, start imagining a wristwatch, its hands creating a mirage as if it became self-aware that it must travel in a circle, unless it decides that it’s character is a guide than a wanderer. The arm the watch is perched beside is like a teacher, wishing it safe travels as it circumnavigates its axis. But all the watch thinks is if the idea of travelling is truly his. Maybe it is, but perhaps the arm, as it turns the wheel that makes the watch’s hands travel afar, is the true cause of the watch’s existence. This is life in a nutshell: a watch that exists despite it’s lack of sense in itself, and a hand that guides the watch as did a puppet is guided by strings and an audience. Life can change like day and night, as it is infinitely adding. But when there is change… there must be stagnance.

Yesterday just so happened to be my first Labor Day celebration.

Usually, I don’t go out to Labor Day parades. My family’s ideology of Labor Day being a time where people could lose their life at any giving moment was always holding me back.

However that all changed when I was given a chance of freedom.

I was sent to take care of a certain task provided by my parents. After I accomplish said task, I have about a couple of hours before I go to work.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t accomplish my task. But that didn’t stop me from dampering my day.

No… it was what happened after that got me.

My mom had rung the phone. I was shook with the fact that i’m leaving empty handed.

I picked up the phone. I answered with a hearty hello. The rest? Deafening. And indenial, but deafening, too.

And it didn’t stop there.