Half Unread

I have been lying here for so long. And I wasn’t supposed to be this way. I seldom went out for trips on places I had never been to. But everything changed after then.

My relatives are often not around, gone for a week or more. When they come back, they tell me stories of their adventures. I was jealous, I am jealous. I wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I know my place’s history all too well. I know people, too. I have every single detail of the past. People back then read me a lot. They were happy. They were curious as if they needed to read me more. But now I’m stuck in here together with my old relatives, some of them worn out of pages. I don’t want to end up that way. I want to go out more often.

From the creation of time to contemporary period, I know it all too well. I am a witness of history as it repeats itself all over again. I have here theories on how my place came to be. I also know faces of people million years ago, and I tell you, they have changed a lot. You can also see in me that Lapu-Lapu they were talking about. Ah! I remembered. He was their first hero who killed that Spaniard who tried to colonize their place. I forgot on what page was that written. You can just scan through me, if you don’t mind?

People celebrate on certain days, and I know why. I know better what they have been through and they tend to ignore it. I am often being left alone. My relatives like Fiction, Science and more of them go out a lot of times. How I wished I was like them, but I am not. People dub me as “boring”. I don’t even know why. Isn’t it nice to read me and be amazed on how you people passed through such events? How odd it really is.

Am I boring because I repeat myself many times? Oh, dear, please reconsider. It is of my natural sense. I repeat myself. Shouldn’t you be grateful for such things you are about to read inside of me? I tell you, you should. It is your story, after all.

Can I confess? I am deeply amazed on how you people passed through such accomplishments written inside me. Your race consists of wise men with wise deeds. I remembered one of your martyrs named Jose Rizal who fought for your freedom. Well, many of your ancestors also fought for it. Shouldn’t you be proud? How odd it really is.

I repeat, it is your story. You should take time reading it, me. I tell you, you will be amazed just as how I felt having inside of me your story. I am not forcing you as what I did to people who took me out. Some of them were just passing by looking for random things and luckily picked me. It hurts me when they just scan the pages uninterestingly for minutes and put me back to my place. I am a book, half unread. You wouldn’t do the same, would you?

Well, I guess I will just stay in here – waiting for someone who will take me out to places I’ve never been to.