Reality

BITES.


One of the girls kept repeating that same question herself. The other one contemplated in silence. The other kept tilting her head and looking around. All had their questions in mind-- that sense of mortal doubt and inquiry. All searches for the answer only the Immortal knows. Three damned souls were given the privilege at this given place and special time to sit that yesterday night, among the "privileged ones". Each one knew only uncertainty. Certainly, one was overwhelmed.


There sat the Sage. The Sage with eyes opened and heart tested sat among the crowds, was trying to pass on the Wisdom and Truth as he knew it, as his years is now at its dusk. The Sage with eyes opened and heart tested sat among the crowds, who endured all the hostilities and hopelessness of his youth, now passes on  that dawning glory he still sees for the country.


Then there sat three individuals who were just damned souls saved by grace, imperfect and the most powerless of all. There sat those three individuals whose eyes were opened to the reality of the country, to the truth of the society; and thus, who were called to battle in the unhappy, painful outside world. With great power comes with great responsibilty.


There was this silent girl, immersed in that crowd and in the choices she made and circumstances she faced that shaped her. There was this silent girl sitting by her thoughts and weaknesses. She knew herself very well. She knew her weaknesses by heart. She was a weakling. She was trained to be. But she fought a long way and soared a little higher than herself today. No, it was not her power . Certainly, not because she knew by heart that she is a weakling. She was certainly frightned by the reality-- of all the great, powerful and strong people, why is that a weakling had eyes opened? There run that sense of fear and resignation in the heart of the weakling. She says to herself, 'if I am called for something which requires much courage, much strength, and much of my principles, I cannot do anything... I will fight.' There sat the weakling not knowing how and why things were placed that way, not knowing where to look at and not knowing where to go.


The Sage was named F. Sionil Jose.
The questions would be a secret. 
The three individuals identity would also be kept a secret. Let alone time reveal,  if Time would.