Chapter Two: The Lost Diary Pages of El Esperanza

March 30th 1974

We were on the brink of creating history, just across that creek and we reach our destination. We were told by our forefathers that this land we approach has magic far beyond our imagination. The land we only know as "The Land of The Woods". We only heard stories of the complexity that is "The Land of The Woods", the climate does not fit into logic and the beliefs there are totally irrelevant to ours and we for sure want to understand this foreign land. From the journeys that we had, we have yet to see a land short of beliefs and yet it can survive this cruel and harsh world.

Incidentally, our people have all shed their blood. The young blood of sacrifice, used to paint their walls red in fury and in passion. They have always prayed to us and they told us the stories of the devils and how they emerged as champions in our past battles. There was also the part where the old and courageous die, our people that were true to us; now there are norms who are despicable.

They told us stories of the battles and how it feels like a nightmare. The kind where you would wake up from it sweating in fear, afraid that the dream was actually true and it haunts the living daylight out of you. There was fire everywhere, the yellow river of anguish; the fallen heroes of their time. Then there was the story of the story of the fair maiden, who struck riot, sitting in between battles; unfazed by the pain and the agony that beholds her eyes.

They say her beauty was unmatched; it even surpasses her almighty courage. Her skin smooth like the silk that runs down the shoulder of our king as it is on ours. Her eyes, they hold a dark magic that only the oldest of kings know of and it was the colour of the seven seas and it had the intensity of the majestic sun. All who look at her, they fall.

I was stopped by the rips of the pages, I was unable to continue. The pages are lost; all there is on the page after final rip was:

We laid her down our arms when we first met and we whispered to her the words that she’s been longing to hear. That was how we made her believe, another believer down our ranks. An amazing recruitment to be proud of, it wasn’t like all the others. This has been another fruitful day, now as we approach the heart of this land. We have now the lady who has seen this land die and come back to life.

Till we meet again,

El Esperanza.

April 21^st 1974

I wonder if in between the pages lost, he met his twin. This was the diary of my great Gramps, he was a great ruler, and he had believers unlike the Gods of today. He died in 1989; well that was what they told me. But he does not have a grave, they said he died at sea, but mum always told me that the great El Esperanza is still alive. He is just lost at sea and some sailors claim to have met him in their travels. Although all of those who said they met him were executed at once, they say we can hear his faint heartbeat at the stroke of midnight. He is out there alive, waiting for his war to end. When will it ever end?

He should be over a hundred years old today, and believe it or not. I still believe in him, the great El Esperanza. He is not just a remnant of my memories, he is real.

Chapter 01: Another Titanic I Presume?

Do you know that the process of growing up is about learning from our mistakes and moving on from there? I assume you do, but I doubt you know the definition of a mistake. In fact, I believe no one does. What are mistakes, what is wrong and what is right, what is this and that, who are you tell me all these things are wrong, or in fact righteous?

Questions arise; doubt is in all our hearts. Then, everyone starts to feel violated. Everyone feels as if they have been stolen of their rights and nothing seems to fit in anymore. What is this feeling I ask, what is this wrong doing? Or is this even wrong?

I blame this on acceptance, the acceptance of who though. Friends? Family? Everyone else?

The need of assimilationism. My theory is that everyone deep down feels alone, everyone longs for that feeling of belonging. This is because we are all born twin, I said this before remember? Twins we are. We are not meant to be one and one only, but if you’re desperately looking for your twin. My suggestion is STOP. If they come, they come. If they go, they go. Don’t live life thinking “what if...”, it is not worth the trial.

“They just want you to be their friend, but they don’t want to be your friend.”
-Anonymous.

Friends or family or love, they are all the same. They stand by the same rules; they stand by the same handbook. One important rule is to stand by each other; no matter how much you hate them or even despise them or even don’t favour them just because maybe they are the most boring person on earth or they are too much for you to handle. Stand by them, through times of happiness and times of grief.

Relationships, it grows within the boundaries of our willing. The boundaries of our willing, grows within the modernisation of life. The modernisation of life, it grows within the patience that we have. And the patience that we have is restricted within the time that we live. One vicious cycle.

Now we know where these ships are headed, they will sink one day. And when they sink, will they be just another remnant of our memories or will they be forgotten, lost beneath the sands of time.