Lessons learned from the Viaduct

I have been passing  this ‘long bridge’ from Tarlac to Manila for as long as I remember. Every time I was being fetched and when asked where I was, I would say. “i’m still at the long bridge”. It was only last year when  duggs, a friend of mine,  told me that it was called a viaduct. From then on, each time I pass the Candaba viaduct, I swear I saw it differently.  And 3 days ago, I was mesmerized by the view.  Rain-fed lowland Candaba looked like the sea ,  thus the  beginning of the second crop season. It occured to me that I have  always been fascinated with the farm rice. Or anything that has to do with Rice, that is.  Then I saw those migratory birds that escaped winter and their wings brought them here. How I love to  take a shot! Darn. If only I am not on a bus. Or  not at the viaduct. I noticed that these birds are all around. A visual salute to farmland and refuge panoramic moments, these birds (am still researching about them)  take refuge in a walking wetlands:  their home at least until the winter is over.

But what I would like to say is that the viaduct is an allegory of life and expectations, where someone leaves his past , walks away from all  unwanted and boring events in his life and travels to his much awaited and anticipated future. He discovers that along the viaduct there are innumerable travellers that seeks the same fate as he does. Some people anxious to go back and others excited to leave. We take different sides.  We must understand  that along the way we learn. That these sights, these views, these strangers, the stretch of either side of the road paves the way to that onward perspective that we long for.  Be sure you know where you are going because if you don’t, any road will get you there. For me, at the end of this viaduct, there is the road that leads me to  what I call home.