FIREWORKS

Fireworks here and there, stunning and beautiful across the darken sky of Los Angeles...It was 4th of July(U.S. Independence Day) and I was driving on the freeway that night. I'm on my way to the airport(LAX) to drop off a friend who's going home to the Philippines. Yes, Philippines. When we got off Sepulveda Blvd and went passed by the tunnel and reached the departure terminal, memories came flashing back. For three years of avoiding the airport, even the sight of it, afraid of these flashbacks to happen, I'm finally back here. I guess I just don't like airports that much. It lures me to be sad and sick to the stomach. I hate to see people leaving, not only my friends, but just those strangers lining up for baggage checks. I don't like to see family members cry in the distance because a part of their lives' leaving their side for reasons only them can understand. Although alongside, there are those who's excited enough to arrive at their destination, you can always notice them right away, 'coz they're the ones with a smile on their face, and chats with a group or with their family nonstop at the airport waiting lounge.

I can't wait to be one of those excited passengers again, but only time will tell. We can always plan things for ourselves but we cannot change the plan God has for us. There's always a reason for everything, either good or bad, happy or sad, excitment or frustration, only Him can tell. I'm always wishing and hoping that someday I can have my wish to go back to my favorite place in the world... Maybe that's why, I hated airports because it reminds me of my dream, a simple dream yet hard to reach...but still I'm hangin' in there. I know that someday, He'll grant my wish, my dream and that would be with a reason...a reason to be happy.