Some Days

He was walking along a narrow and dimly lit corridor, when he happened upon a piece of parchment lying on the floor. To his knowledge, he was alone, and so it came as a surprise to him that he was holding in his hands a tattered letter. Straining his eyes against the hazy, yellow light of an old street lamp, he blew away the dust from the letter, and started reading:

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Drifting Away

FIVE BIRDS BY THE NORTH GATE
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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Another Dreary Night

Stars. Tiny little dots that light up the night sky. Sometimes, you’ll see clouds. You know they’re clouds, because of the illumination brought by the light of the moon. Hah, the moon. I could just stare at it for hours, and I still wouldn’t be close enough to reaching it. It would be just like when I was a kid, wishing to see space using a high-power telescope. I’m still light-years away from realizing that dream.

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Branching Out

FIVE BIRDS BY THE NORTH GATE
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

FIVE BIRDS BY THE NORTH GATE
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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A Season of Reasons

For what purpose, are we brought upon this world? For what reason, must we walk this earth?

This is not meant to be a lengthy discussion on the quality of human struggle for self-realization, or a tale about that wonderful journey to finding one’s own path. At this point in my life, everything around me is either a blur, or very much magnified that I can’t help but be amazed at its complexity.

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