Imagine...
- Pounding a coconut pulp with no milk coming out
- Squeezing calamansi until you break your fingers but no juice comes out
- Pounding rocks in the middle of a dessert in hopes of water
- Caught in an essay question with no idea what to answer
- Two minutes before deadline and you're not yet done
- Heavy traffic, cold rain, bladder about to burst
Desperation produces panic and disarray, chaos and violence, incapacitation and suffocation, ultimately demise.
Why do I feel desperation in the face of freedom?
Maybe, in the midst of chaos, when everything is said and done, when the dust settles and everything is lying motionless, in the dead of silence...
The horizon becomes clear, things fall into perspective, you regain your bearings, you see the light...
Maybe, we needed a time of chaos, confusion, desperation, before we see our purpose, direction, and destiny.
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