Just Like a Unicorn

If I were a mythical creature, I would be a unicorn.

When I was a child I was habitually seen by my parents deskbound on the floor, engrossed to those coloring books my aunt gave me and as I skimmed through, there was this one page which really caught my attention. In that page was a white horse with a goat's beard and a large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead. I saw a unicorn. It gave me a hard time on deciding what colors to use for unicorns in contrast to those typical imageries that were on the other pages like chickens, cattle, and ducks humbly because I haven’t seen a real unicorn. A deep fascination on unicorns grew inside of me from that day on up to present.

So, I did a little research and here’s what I gathered…

The unicorn is a legendary animal first revealed by the ancient Greeks. It became the most important imaginary animal of the middle ages and Renaissance when it was frequently described as an EXTREMELY WILD woodland creature, a symbol of PURITY and GRACE and the most interesting part? It can ONLY BE CAPTURED BY A VIRGIN.

But why am I writing about unicorns? The question is quite rhetorical and my answer: “Why not?”

Though they aren’t existent, I still regard unicorns as the second most interesting creatures ever to walk the face of the earth (next to humans, of course) not because I live in a world of crazy impunities but because I see myself parallel to a unicorn.

Since this has been a fish-eating-fish world, there is no room for weaklings. Unicorns have this sense of pure-driven ferocity like they can overcome all the odds. I, in one way or another consider myself as not really fierce but quite a risk-taker. No matter what the glitches are, I persist to be as calm as I possibly can and I don’t de-stress by leaving work as work but I strive to get the work done.

I often see unicorns in legends of ardor where a knight in shining armor conquers seemingly insurmountable odds to win the heart of a damsel in distress which is why I associate unicorns with romance. I, though not very evident, am a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic. When I was in high school I would drown myself into those little Harlequin paperbacks and snuffle at every sad story of the characters’ unrequited love all the while, feeling like I am the character in the novel, myself.

I am extremely wild as well not because of my undertakings but extremely wild in terms of thought and imaginings. One time I imagined myself diving into an enormous fountain (as enormous as the Trevi Fountain in Italy) filled with mobile phones… and besides, the mere fact that I am writing about unicorns is downright preposterous considering that they don’t even exist in the first place.

Just like unicorns, I consider myself pure even though I sometimes appear to be tough and mean. Behind this façade, I carry with me an honest heart. Everything I do is a product of a pure conscience. Well, I also encounter some spiritual turmoil from time to time. There are those times when I feel like God is taking everything away from me. There was one time when I thought of committing suicide through a bathtub electrocution with a hair dryer, just like what the poets do. However…we don’t have a bathtub, ha-ha! Thinking about depression will just depress the shit out of you! Looking at what has been taken away from you is a bad way to go through life. Looking at what you can give to others is far better. So, go ahead, a simple act of giving your friends a massive hug will make a big difference not only in your day but also in theirs.

So, even if they remain to be non-existent, unicorns will constantly be one of my utmost drives to go through life because just like a unicorn, I claim to be STRONG, VALIANT and most of all, BEAUTIFUL.