peculiar hero
I saw him this very morning as I was getting into my way to the office. It was really unexpected. Long before the semester ends, I intend to keep up with him - to have a minute or two and know about him. I wanted to have a feeling what is it like to sit beside him and perhaps, understand the oddities of his supposed realities.
I always saw him walking, but most of the time, standing, along the pathways of Sunken Garden in Diliman. He was not very difficult to spot. One could even recognize him from afar. This morning, he still is in his usual fashion - a stand out, unique of our time though seemingly, an eyebrow-raiser. I guessed he really does not care about what others would might think about him. More so if does entertain the thought of it.
His is fascinating. Though I’ve known a lot of people like him, I actually never met one of his kind. I’m intrigued, to say atleast. I wanted him to satisfy my curiosity. I had looked for him since I started to realized such wonder and peculiarity of human life. I always had my eye open. I had the opportunities before; everytime a colleague and I would jogged around the oval in the afternoon. We would passed him. But I did not have the courage then to approach him since I am uncertain of his reaction, of other’s people thought when I talk to him. It isn’t his fault if he makes my pal uncomfortable just like the others.
I would like to know what he is thinking - what he is capable of thinking, his plans. I would like to know how does he spend his every single day in the manner he had become and life puts him into. I would like to understand him - why’s and how’s….But I never did. I lost sight of him. When the time that I were already determined and willed enough to talk to him, he was gone. He no longer stands across the building. He could not be seen. I searched for him but no one knew where he lives - he is a wanderer, they would say. I heard stories about him - his family and how he become to be what he is now, but all of these are myths.
Until today, I saw him again. It brings again into my consciousness the want that I temporarily forgotten. It reminded me. There he was. Striding as if no cars are crossing along the street. He walked like the wind his carrying his feet - not minding the trouble he would get into every time he passes by. Just the usual, he wore his masks, his cloak and his superpowers. There was Zorro. The one who ignited my curiosity about schizophrenia.
peculiar hero
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