Our Essay: A Parable Of Sorts

Once there was a traveler, going about his way. Walking, working, waiting, all throughout the day. Surrounded by strangers, some of whom he considered friends; trying to balance work and life, trying to meet those ends.

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Drifting Away

Chapter 3: Drifting Away

There she goes.

From his new perch at the Aviary, the Red Owl watched silently as the Green Eagle flew past him. It was her last day today, and like Blue and Pink before her, Green was also setting out towards new horizons. I wonder if she’ll bump into Pink over the border, thought Red. The Green Eagle didn’t tell them much about where she will be settling in, only that it was beyond the border, more or less near where Pink was. The Red Owl found this amusing, this secrecy. He once thought of telling Green about it, but then decided against it. He didn’t want the Green Eagle’s last memory of him to be mixed with lingering annoyance.

The Green Eagle was nearly at the gate, when the Red Owl remembered something important.

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Branching Out

Chapter 2: Branching Out


It was around three or four o’clock in the morning when the Red Owl first woke up. The moon was still out, and the stars still filled the night sky. There was a gentle coolness in the air; the kind that gave his feathered body a soothing chill.

Today’s the day, huh, thought the Red Owl to himself. Shaking the last ounce of sleep that was still in him, he readied himself and set out for the Aviary. Like the Blue Peacock, another one of his friends was going to leave.

It was Pink Parrot’s turn to say farewell.

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Flying Free

Chapter 1: Flying Free

One day, the Blue Peacock said to the Red Owl, “I’m leaving the Aviary soon.”

The Red Owl took a moment to digest what he had just heard. “W-what? What did you say?”

“I’m leaving the Aviary soon, hahaha!”

The Red Owl was surprised upon hearing the Blue Peacock repeat the same words. It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard it clearly the first time; he simply didn’t want to believe that what he was hearing was true.

“How come?” asked the Red Owl, “Don’t you want to stay here anymore?”

“There’s nothing left for me to do here,” replied the Blue Peacock, “There’s still more that I want to accomplish in my life, and things aren’t looking exactly bright for me here”

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The Last Song

It’s been a long time, but now the journey must come to an end.

It’s not really a surprise, because I was already looking forward to it. I could even say that it no longer came as a shock to me. At that time, I knew already what I needed to do. At best, I had about three months. Yes, there is always the hope of things taking a turn for the better; and yet I knew full well that the chances of such were too slim. I was inside a system that I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive on. Perhaps I was too proud, or maybe too stubborn to adhere to the system. The day to day mundane routine was starting to take its toll on me, and there came a point when I had decided that I was not one to let this go on forever.

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The Enigma of the Barren Tree

Melancholic musings will always be a part of anyone who has ever felt low, or has at one point in their life felt so miserable from doing the things that ought to have meant something to them. You start out with that smile painted on your face, and yet by the end of the day, the smile starts to fade and discolor from the moisture brought about by your own tears.  As night slowly creeps in to snatch any trace of light, you try to comfort yourself by hiding yourself in your own personal sanctum, dreading the coming of events that will once again leave you drained, and lifeless.

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