By DELFIN MERCADO

Each day, we move closer to destruction.

For thus is the law of the universe–for everything to descend toward chaos with the passing of time. Each day, we age and become less and less of who we once were. Less content. Less noble. We degenerate, we age, we die.

Every passing day is an added shove towards the pool of disorder. We exert effort, we strive to organize our lives in the hope of improving our situation, and yet we are aware that in the end, nothing of the order we established will remain.

And yet we continue to struggle. We create to defy entropy. We try to achieve greater heights, for we value progress. For in creation, we destroy chaos. Such is the nature and contradiction of life.

Can we defy destruction? Can we battle chaos? For a time, I think we could.

For you came and made me realize I can do more, achieve more. Together, we planned for a shared future of creativity and passion. And soon, we were living our dreams.

We were together in each step, scheming and thinking of innovative ways to combat life’s perennial woes. We managed to sustain our dreams of transformations. We told ourselves we succeeded. And yet we yearned for more.

And the things we yearned for ... Oh boy!

Until that day when you told me you wanted to leave. You said you were becoming stagnant, and development is not possible anymore–for we reached the summit that we wanted to climb. And so, you said, we needed to part ways and weave new narratives. I was devastated, but I agreed. For we need to move forward. Such is the law of the universe. Staying put is not an option. Sooner or later, we have to make our moves. Move towards what? Destruction, I guess.

I was devastated. I wanted to tell you that you should stay, and we should continue creating. But I knew it would be a lie. For we have stopped creating for some time now. We were stuck in a standstill, unmoving, unflinching, trying to be content with what we have. We were living a lie. We were not creating–this standstill is called preservation.

We struggle. And we dive into chaos. For we cannot remain motionless. What goes around comes around. So onward we go.

Today, we managed to put things aside. But tomorrow, my friend, we will destroy to create anew. ●

*For my best friend Gino, and for all the times and lives we created to destroy. This article first appeared in the Collegian’s November 29, 2011 issue.