My brother’s words
Looking for something to add substance to a video tribute I was making for my family, I dug up my brother’s old journals and found this wonderful entry. At the time he wrote this, I was seven years old (1967). He was apprenticing for my father’s mining company in Palawan when he got a wee bit too inebriated on his birthday, drove a wee bit too fast and fell off a cliff. He died at the ripe age of 21.
What intruiged me and moved me to tears upon discovering this is that he wrote this entry just weeks before he plunged into eternity.
The valley of the sun
“A Man’s life is a long and winding road that leads from birth to death and goes through dust and grime, and shade, and sunshine, and rain, and storm, and life in every form.
From concrete paths of ease, a man may step the moment next unto the biting pebbles and sharpened rocks that wound and break the feet and bring the blood a-flowing, the strength a-growing.
For man must walk with feet unshod, or if he takes to shoes, he shall not taste of life’s unceasing pain nor drink of life’s own sweetest rain.
When teardrops fall upon the dusty path like raindrops when the storm has passed, take not a by-road nor step unto the softness of the grass.
For when you stepped upon this earth and started dying on your birth, you chose a road to take. So walk your path and make no qualm nor utter a complaint, for all roads lead to one – the valley of the sun.”
From the journal of
Victor
Hidalgo Laurel
Accomplished his life mission and called back home
At the age of 21
May 5th, 2007 at 6:58 am
ganda naman ng blog na ito cholo… =(