Three Inches Thick

November 17, 2006
3:51 PM

“The greater the correspondence between a man’s perception of reality and reality itself, the greater the man.” – Veneration without Understanding, Renato Constantino

I was woken up by some noise above my head this morning. They seemed to be coming from the storage part of my cabinet. Plastic wraps do greater noise during the morning as compared to the middle part of one’s day. The vision in my eyes was blurry and my mind was still six feet under, so I could not really connect the dots during that time. And so I just closed my eyes and began to take back what was taken away from me – sleep.

But then I thought of something. There was nothing on that storage area but those things that only come out during the fourth quarter of the season. Thus, my mom and my brother actually decided to decorate the house for this season. I was caught off-guard.

Same old Christmas decorations were put out. Covered with dusts, they brought back a lot of memories. A lot of heinous events happen during Christmas you know. At least to me.

So these decors are supposed to make us jolly and draw smiles on our faces. Doesn’t work for me. It used to, but not anymore.

My reality is different now. Way more different.