173: Of Twenty-Three Sunsets

Last month, I’ve been writing a rough synopsis of my favorite book “The Little Prince.” On the part when the Pilot asked the Prince’s forty-four sunsets, I don’t know why I have interpreted it as the Prince’s (or author’s) 44 years of life. Whether that is the writer’s intention or not, the time spent here on earth was the message that crossed my mind on that little part of the book.

“Were you sad, then? . . on the day of twenty-three sunsets?” then the Prince made no reply.

Thus, I asked myself,
“Were you sad, then? . . on the day of twenty-three sunsets?” then Art made no reply.

“Were you sad, then . . . on a life time of twenty-three years?” then Art would want to say something…

My twenty-three sunsets…my twenty-three sunrises….
If I would figuratively describe a year of my life into a day, I haven’t reached my twenty-third sunset, not yet. (turning 24 na pla ako!!!)
An average person would usually contemplate during this time of the day, whether he is on a bus or leisurely walking down the street on the way home.
A housewife typically asks her kids how they spent their day at school.
More often than not, it’s the time when one unconsciously, simply thinks about his day.
It’s May, the seventh month of my twenty-third year, seven months closer to my sunset.
In a day, it’s 1:00 PM in the morning. Not much to look at, but seven hours unplanned in a day is still wasted time. Seven months in a year would equate the same.

(((hahahah! to ne continued ulit...grabe...im busy, really busy!)