CHAPTERS

Stories taught us the words prologue and epilogue; an addition to the nice sounding words, sequel and prequel. It taught us as well the ‘chapters’ and its inherent function in the entirety of the story, the novel and stuffs of the kind. All of these suggest one thing though; that one begins and ends, that one originates and degenerates; genesis and demise, LIFE at a spectrum.

Chapters break down the entire story into interconnected short stories; ‘though, not at all times. Sometimes, chapters suggests the end of one and the introduction of another, be it a character, a plot or an idea and stuffs like that. It makes reading stories and novels and watching movies fun because it compartmentalizes thoughts and ideas that at the end would all form a bigger plot. But then again, chapters do the transition from one thing to the next. And that is why I hate it.

Life like a protracted story or an extensive movie is divided into chapters. One chapter tells of us as toddlers then kids and then school children until sooner a chapter about our puberty comes, adolescence and early adulthood. We close a chapter and then open another, but once the page is lifted or the next frame is projected, there is no turning back. And that is why chapters make me sad.

How I wish life isn’t a chaptered book, that once a transition or a shift has to unfold; there is no goodbye to utter nor is there no-turning back. I hate goodbyes, I hate the thought of leaving and I hate being left.

But what can I do, life is chaptered and now you have to turn the pages and leave this chapter behind. As you turn the pages, as you leave this chapter, you leave me behind.

Chapters, life’s full of it.
Goodbyes, life’s so full of it.
Masakit man, paalam.