impossible for me to be found out, if not contritely, I wrote, “Sincerely, your best friend’s best friend.”—one hides because one wants to be found.“Do you fear death?” that’s the question the phantom seafarer Davy Jonesrelentless and redundantly asked in the movie,
Pirates of the Caribbean.
It’s a questionwhich echoes resolutely after each repetition.As a child, my favorite cartoon character was Bugs Bunny. Recently, Ireceived a quote through a text message with his by-line: “I like dead end signs; I think they’re kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you’re going nowhere.” It’sa thought which antagonizes the fact of life: none of the benevolence and decorum of adead end sign to let you know what’s coming ahead of you. It goes to show that life is predictable in only two things: the unavoidable change and the inevitable death.Childhood taught us that our plea for the impossible are in one waygranted if we just ask nicely; that life, like a game is a mystery waiting to be solved; thatdreams are as limitless as our imagination; that wounds heal; that when the sun sets, we’lldream through the night and wake up to a new day where a new fantasy beckons andawaits our coming.When we come of age, and the immaturity and simplicity of the youngvanishes, the beliefs of the little boy is outgrown by the wit of manhood. Suddenly,everything else becomes harder. We realize that some of our denied wishes are oftenspoken to those who are not deaf, but are pretending not to hear. The risks becomehigher. The game gets flawed, and the stakes of realizing our dreams becomes real onlywhen we sleep.“It’s always important to know when something has reaches its end,” saysthe writer Paulo Coelho. The idea of an ending has a way of reshuffling one’s priorities.As boy becomes man, and innocence turns to realization, there can be no doubt that weoften wonder what lies beyond what we now know.When a chapter in our lives comes into a halt, we often get confused onwhere to lead on. My aunts own a cat and a dog, which at their age, are beckoned by thespirits of my grand parents to come along. What awaits them then is certain. The ever- popular Patrick Star once said, “Everything will be OK in the end. If it’s not OK, it’s notthe end yet.”True, we will arrive at the junction where what we have gotten used tosuddenly changes. We then often wonder why, in childhood and youth, do we wish timeto pass so quickly—we want to grow up so fast. Yet as adults, we wish just the opposite?So the question bounces again: “Can we control the weather?” sure asdreams will forever live when we never cease to imagine; the little boy never grows old.Scars tattooed in our hearts will forever sting of the fancies and the tales that made uswho we are. Hiding and seeking becomes interchanged, when we come to wonder what