Thursday, November 1, 2007

On All Hallows Eve

All Hallows Eve or as modern times may call it, Halloween, found me sitting on a bench while gazing at the stars amidst the light-polluted heavens of Ortigas.

No, I wasn’t drunk—like that’s even going to happen. I had my caffeine fix which kept me wide awake in the company of the living. And the stars that decorated the night—or midnight—would have made Halloween romantic rather than spooky had it not for what I was wearing. While my friends wore decent, fashionable clothes and those that pass by us sport colorful costumes, I was in my frigging uniform.

But my NOT being dressed for the occasion makes me dressed for the occasion. As I would put it now, my costume for the night happened to be that of an employee. So when we bumped unto a former college classmate who asked us what we do nowadays, I told him I was actually a bum.

So the stars stood witness as we made fun of ourselves and of others which is really, really worth it especially at this time of year when things are especially different for me.

As I see it, laughing is better than what the Celtics, the original foreparents of Hallows Eve, did in driving away ghosts, goblins and witches which they believed returns and mingles with the living at around this season. But then again, the Celtic masks and bonfires have today evolved into the wearing of costumes and lighting of candles so who am I to say that their gimmick in the past was a bad idea?

Ancient people really threw in a lot of effort to shoo away the souls of the dead. It just goes to show how humans inherently repel those associated with death or dying—something which is ironically an integral part of living.

I guess, it’s not the ghosts they and us are really trying to evade. It’s the idea of the coming of death that spooks us all. I mean, don’t you agree that dying—whether it’s us or anyone dear to us—is a hundred times scarier than saying, “Hi!” to a monster?

I should know…

Still I don’t think spirits would bother to return to our world for no good reason. No matter how I look at it, they are better off up there, sitting comfortably in the twinkling thrones they earned while living. Because just like little Simba, I was brainwashed by King Mufasa that they who have come and gone before us, they are in the stars, constantly looking down on us, checking if we are doing well.

So really, Hallows Eve is a great time to celebrate the uncut connections between the living and the dead. It marks the beginning of the moment when we can talk to our departed loved ones without being judged insane or without anyone feeling sorry for us.

For that, we can indeed be glad. I therefore leave you with this, “Happy Halloween, everyone!”

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