Fireworks

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Last night was Darling Harbor's 50th Anniversary and there was a firework display. That's pretty much sums everything up last night. Short and brief. The night, the whole event, the fireworks, perhaps life itself. I hate fireworks.

They take very long time to prepare up until it's ready for the main event and for each slightest mistake, their lifespan could just end up in worthless flames of sparks and color. Not to mention a loud bang. Loud yet brief. A loud "bang" yet its existence still remain unknown, gone as fast as the speed of sound. So, what if things take a good turn and they were well up until the main event? They will be in the middle of the stage, yet with the stagelight closed. They will still remain invisible to their eagerly-waiting audience from all walks of life, gathering at the same place for the very same objective; to witness the beauty of something none of them, possibly, know nothing of. And when the time of their life arrives, they were released from their original casket, beautiful, graceful like a butterfly flying away from her coccoon for the very first time. But their existence is short. At least butterflies are free to do what they desire in that precious few days of its lifespan. These performers, on the other hand, are just meant for one thing; perform. A dance gracefully choreographed in a variety of sensation of joy, yet leading to the same finale; dissapearance. Their performance lit the dim stage in the skies, as how they lit up the faces of those marvelling at their beauty below. And as soon as they did, thy dissapear, traceless, unknown to no one as their curtain of darkness shroud back their short stage of existence.

Fireworks. Short and brief. Like a life of a man. Pitiful.