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The Will of a River

The Will of a River



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The Will of a River
by Alfredo Q. Gonzales 
The “Will of a River” by Alfredo Q. Gonzales, talks about the life of man on earth. The river islikened to a person’s life. Firstly, it shows that it is an undeniable fact that there are many trials, problems and difficulties that one encounters in life. Sometimes these circumstances areconsidered to be negative. There are many hindrances and obstacles that one faces in life. Howare they dealt with? The person must have patience and endurance to hurdle testings and evenadversaries in life. There are those who easily get dismayed and discouraged. They surrender or even retreat, but there are those who persevere and do not easily lose hope, like the river.Secondly, it also speaks of determination to reach the goals of life. If we cannotovercome the obstacles, we can undercome them as aptly expressed by the author. Have theoptimism to reach your goal and possess an outlook in life not in pessimism but in hope. Youhave that optimism to reach your goal and your outlook in life must not be one in pessimism butof hope. When we experience hardships in life or when things get rough, we must not quit. Juststick to the fight.One has to live his life faithfully and be a blessing to others. This is why the river exists.Without doubt this is the noble reason for our existence on earth. You are not just living for your self but you live firstly for God and for other people, as well. The popular saying, “No man is anisland” suggests that you cannot live alone but you need other people and they need you, too.Whatever you possess (talents, abilities, or it could even be riches) you have to share them toother people. Be generous and not selfish. You may comfort others, help those who are in needand even be able to sacrifice for the sake of other people. This could be the meaning of life. If nature, like the river, which we consider devoid of feelings or emotions, fulfills its dutyrightfully, how much more for man who was created by God in His own image with emotions,will, and intellect? One must consider his responsibility to others and must solemnly see the needto care and have compassion for others.With reverence, man must recognize the fact that the things he possesses in life comesfrom God. His life comes from the creator. He draws his strength from God. The things that heshares with others are gifts or blessings from the Lord. He lives by the grace of the AlmightyGod. And the same grace he must show to others. He can do nothing without God in his life. Allhis achievements, his victories, his possessions are attained or obtained because of God. What heis and what he has is all because of Him.Like a mountain, where the river draws its power from to be able to carry on, man hasGod. Like a mountain, big and high, God, the Omnipotent is the source of all, the source of strength, hope, and the courage of man to go on with and stick to his fight. Only that man has totrust and believe that God will enable him to move on and will help him, never to desert nor toforsake.
Therefore, a man should be faithful to his calling, believing that God will be able to keephim from falling. And in His promise he will trust for He will be faithful to finish the work Hehas begun to each and everyone’s life.
Footnote to Youth
 by Jose Garcia Villa
The sun was salmon and hazy in the west. Dodong thought to himself he would tell his father about Teang when he got home, after he had unhitched the carabao from the plow, and let it to itsshed and fed it. He was hesitant about saying it, but he wanted his father to know. What he hadto say was of serious import as it would mark a climacteric in his life. Dodong finally decided totell it, at a thought came to him his father might refuse to consider it. His father was silent hard-working farmer who chewed areca nut, which he had learned to do from his mother, Dodong'sgrandmother.I will tell it to him. I will tell it to him.The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a sweetish earthy smell.Many slender soft worms emerged from the furrows and then burrowed again deeper into thesoil. A short colorless worm marched blindly to Dodong's foot and crawled calmly over it.Dodong go tickled and jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother tolook where it fell, but thought of his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not young anymore.Dodong unhitched the carabao leisurely and gave it a healthy tap on the hip. The beast turned itshead to look at him with dumb faithful eyes. Dodong gave it a slight push and the animal walkedalongside him to its shed. He placed bundles of grass before it land the carabao began to eat.Dodong looked at it without interests.Dodong started homeward, thinking how he would break his news to his father. He wanted tomarry, Dodong did. He was seventeen, he had pimples on his face, the down on his upper lipalready was dark--these meant he was no longer a boy. He was growing into a man--he was aman. Dodong felt insolent and big at the thought of it although he was by nature low in statue.Thinking himself a man grown, Dodong felt he could do anything.He walked faster, prodded by the thought of his virility. A small angled stone bled his foot, buthe dismissed it cursorily. He lifted his leg and looked at the hurt toe and then went on walking.In the cool sundown he thought wild you dreams of himself and Teang. Teang, his girl. She hada small brown face and small black eyes and straight glossy hair. How desirable she was to him.She made him dream even during the day.Dodong tensed with desire and looked at the muscles of his arms. Dirty. This fieldwork was healthy, invigorating but it begrimed you, smudged you terribly. He turned back theway he had come, then he marched obliquely to a creek.Dodong stripped himself and laid his clothes, a gray undershirt and red kundiman shorts, on thegrass. The he went into the water, wet his body over, and rubbed at it vigorously. He was notlong in bathing, then he marched homeward again. The bath made him feel cool.It was dusk when he reached home. The petroleum lamp on the ceiling already was lighted andthe low unvarnished square table was set for supper. His parents and he sat down on the floor around the table to eat. They had fried fresh-water fish, rice, bananas, and caked sugar.
Dodong ate fish and rice, but did not partake of the fruit. The bananas were overripe and whenone held them they felt more fluid than solid. Dodong broke off a piece of the cakes sugar,dipped it in his glass of water and ate it. He got another piece and wanted some more, but hethought of leaving the remainder for his parents.Dodong's mother removed the dishes when they were through and went out to the batalan towash them. She walked with slow careful steps and Dodong wanted to help her carry the dishesout, but he was tired and now felt lazy. He wished as he looked at her that he had a sister whocould help his mother in the housework. He pitied her, doing all the housework alone.His father remained in the room, sucking a diseased tooth. It was paining him again, Dodongknew. Dodong had told him often and again to let the town dentist pull it out, but he was afraid,his father was. He did not tell that to Dodong, but Dodong guessed it. Afterward Dodong himself thought that if he had a decayed tooth he would be afraid to go to the dentist; he would not beany bolder than his father.Dodong said while his mother was out that he was going to marry Teang. There it was out, whathe had to say, and over which he had done so much thinking. He had said it without any effort atall and without self-consciousness. Dodong felt relieved and looked at his father expectantly. Adecrescent moon outside shed its feeble light into the window, graying the still black temples of his father. His father looked old now."I am going to marry Teang," Dodong said.His father looked at him silently and stopped sucking the broken tooth. The silence becameintense and cruel, and Dodong wished his father would suck that troublous tooth again. Dodongwas uncomfortable and then became angry because his father kept looking at him withoututtering anything."I will marry Teang," Dodong repeated. "I will marry Teang."His father kept gazing at him in inflexible silence and Dodong fidgeted on his seat."I asked her last night to marry me and she said...yes. I want your permission. I... want... it...."There was impatient clamor in his voice, an exacting protest at this coldness, this indifference.Dodong looked at his father sourly. He cracked his knuckles one by one, and the little sounds itmade broke dully the night stillness."Must you marry, Dodong?"Dodong resented his father's questions; his father himself had married. Dodong made a quick impassioned easy in his mind about selfishness, but later he got confused."You are very young, Dodong.""I'm... seventeen."

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