Before the Sun Rises

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A short allegory about a young man who meets an enigmatic girl on his way home.

 

The rain has just stopped falling. I looked at my watch and realized how late it was. I closed my book and decided to leave the library.

I walked my usual route to get home. It was dark. Only the dim city lights were there to guide me. I stopped walking for a while and gazed upon the night sky.

“Not a star to be seen, huh?” I thought to myself.

Suddenly, I heard a splash of water behind me. It sounded like a puddle of water being stepped on.

I turned around and saw a little girl. Adorned in a white dress and holding a black umbrella, she had this sense of mystique that somehow was both soothing and unsettling.

Even if she didn’t look distressed, I asked, “Are you lost, little girl?”

“I am not. However, I could not say the same about you.”

“Why is that?”

“How are you going to find your way home, when all the paths you could take are behind the curtain that is the darkness of the night?”

“Well, I can find my way home using the lights that the city casts on the streets.”

“Ah, but that is not the purpose of those lights. Those lights were made so you would go where other people want you to go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are those lights not from shops, hotels, and other things built by man? They were never meant to guide you. They exist to attract customers – to show you where they are and what services they could provide. Moreover, they are devices made so that their owners may gather wealth. Besides, those lights will eventually disappear as well. They aren’t permanent; they change. Thus, what once led you the right way may one day lead you astray.”

“Well what shall light my way, then?”

“Open your eyes. They’re right there. The stars in the sky may seem insignificant, but they are enough to light your path.”

“Can you not see that the clouds of the night sky obscure the light of the stars?”

“While that may be true, they are definitely there. Seeing is not the same as believing.”

“So should I wait for the sky to clear up so the stars would be visible?”

“You may; however, do you not want to get home before dawn? If you end up waiting for too long, the sun may be the one to rise. Thus, a new day shall start, and you would have to endure going through your busy day while being tired and without rest.”

“So what should I do, then?”

“Like I said, believe in the stars. You may not see them, but they are there. Some of the stars may have died, but they still cast light on this world. You need not see them in order to follow them, for they are truth. Man has just taken this for granted because of the false lights of this world. Now return to your home; find rest, for tomorrow, you shall have to resume your mundane days.”

I decided to go home. It’s way too late to be staying in the streets by this time. As I walked away, I turned around to wave goodbye to the little girl. The thing is – there was no one to wave to. She was no longer there.

“She probably realized that she went past her curfew,” I whispered to myself.


Submitted: April 25, 2012

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Military ShellfishEye

Please note that this story is purely allegorical. I'll leave it to the readers to figure out what it means.

Wed, April 25th, 2012 12:28pm

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