End of the crossroad
A short story of the last day at Khao Chon Kai, a place all Thailand's reserved troops must set foot on at least once, from the aspect of a student.
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"Volk" is the name. I write my life experiences down in order to improve my English writing skills. I wish you have fun reading. Enjoy!
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I always look for the stars, and above all those time I looked up for the luminous spots, none could match the scene of that morning, the last page of another chapter of my life. Donned in dark green T-shirt and long pants, I was sweating. I was panting. Yet, I took a deep breathed and carried on my journey up a mountain. I was not alone. Although darkness shrouded every of their visages, those who took the same path as Thailand’s reserve troops, too, was there longing for the top. It was a final fight. Most of us completed grade twelve before coming on this voyage. Some of us even thought of the journey as the last obstacle; one that gives freedom. To me, that five-day-trip was a fearsome threat but also an adventure I couldn’t miss. I felt like there was something I was looking for and it was there in that red hallowed ground. It certainly was. And perhaps, on that last day, I thought it was on the top of the mountain. With that in mind, I kept going and going, ignoring everything else.
The sun was beaten. I reached the horizon first. Sitting in lines, I waited. In place of the lost stars, a wondrous scenario came within view. Perfect gradation of orange painted the skyline, giving life to the children of earth unbiased. Nature born shape and form of trees reflected on my eyes created a glimpse of disordered harmony. The cold breeze that groped my skin then had been reminding me of that living tales of art over and over until the present. I knew then that after all I had done was not a waste. It was in fact rewarding. However, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was still incomplete. Something was still missing. Something I had been looking for. Something very important. Before I knew it, the military trainers were already forcing me down the hill.
That’s it. I couldn’t find it. Everything turned black. I was in my own world of thoughts on my way back. Despite having to cross numerous homework and exams, field trips and speeches, not mentioning presentations, the camp last year and the one I was then, I was happy. I am a seeker of happiness but there were times I wasn’t. I was looking for what lit my days during those time. If you get the job you like, you don’t have to work for the rest of your life. I recalled what dad told me. Perhaps I like studying and being in hard times, I thought. “There he is” a familiar voice rang me. My eyes widened while unspeakably beauty of the background turned back on screen.
My world was lit.
Dad was right. On the contrary, I had found a greater happiness. I finally found what I’ve been looking for. It didn’t seem to matter me what kind of experience I had to face. What mattered and indicated my happiness most was who I face it with. My friends were waiting as they was gathering our group before going downhill. When I saw them, I smiled behind my mask and grouped up instantly. Our way down the steep path has turned into one of the happiest moment of my life yet. I even made a childish thought of wishing it would last forever. My fear of this trip maybe was not of its obstruction but of that the paths we crossed have met its end.
You are lucky my reader, one way or another. Happiness is all around you all the time. Even if you have lost chances in realizing and repaying it, there is always other chances that you have not yet lost. It is up to you whether you see it or not. When you do, you will live an eternal happy life. Use the past to motivate yourself forward, while remember that the future will one day becomes the present so if you can’t force yourself to become happy today, you will never be happy.
Thank you for reading.
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