Peace And Quiet Novels & Stories

Sobrang tahimik ng paligid at tanging paghampas na lamang ng alon sa dalampasigan ang tanging maririnig. Some people call this peace. Ang maupo sa gilid ng dagat at pakinggan ang paghampas ng alon. But he doesn’t find peace right now. Hindi niya makapa ang ‘peace’ nan ais niya. Hindi niya alam. There’s something wrong. O baka siya ang mali?

sabi ni Sebastian, may bahagyang ngiti sa labi, “the sea looks amazing today.” “Ah, yes. The sea.” Halos pabulong. Ngumiti si Sebastian, ‘yung tipong alam niyang naiintindihan nito ang double meaning. Lumapit ito sa railings, tumingin sa dagat. “Sometimes I forget there are places this calm,” sabi niya. “No noise. No people. Just peace.” “Rare for you, huh?” sabi ni Althea. “Very,” sagot nito. “You don’t get silence when you run a company.”

Nakaramdam ako ng labis na inis pero wala lang akong sinabi. I am not settling for less. Ito ang hinahanap ko noon. The peacefulness. No sparks and everything but peacefulness. Walang takot na pwedeng sumira. Walang takot na baka pwedeng may humadlang. Walang takot na may umagaw. Just peacefulness, and calm.

“Then now you know.” Hindi ko mapigilang makaramdam ng nagliliparan sa loob ng sikmura ko. Everything here feels quiet and peaceful, even my heart and mind calms down. I didn't know there was this kind of field near my house. Masyado na nga ba akong nakukulong at kahit sa mga ganitong bagay ay wala man lang akong kaalam-alam? “It’s peaceful and beautiful.” “Like what I've told you.”

At doon ako mas lalong napapangiti, kasi mukhang tama talaga ang desisyon kong dalhin siya dito kina Kuya Chase. I mean, look at this place. Maluwag, tahimik, walang city noise na parang laging nagmamadali ang mundo. Yung paligid, sobrang kalmado, tipong kahit wala kang gawin, automatic na humuhupa ang stress mo. Sariwa ang hangin, yung klase ng hangin na parang nililinis pati utak mo. At higit sa lahat, may mga batang pwedeng manggulo at umabala sa peace na nararamdaman mo… pero in a good way. Yung istorbo na tatawanan mo, hindi yung ikakainis mo.

It’s about choosing to stay, choosing to heal, and choosing to believe again na kahit minsan ay nawasak ka na nang buo. Ngayon, habang pinagmamasdan ko sina Sire at ang mga bata na naglalaro ng saranggola sa malawak na green field sa likuran ng mansiyon namin dito sa Santa Fe, napapangiti na lang ako. Ang saya nilang tingnan. Hindi nakakasawa ang ganitong tanawin. Ito ang mga sandaling gusto kong i-cherish araw-araw. Maybe this is what peace truly looks like—not silence, but a symphony of life’s sounds.

Ngunit paano niya gagawin ang bagay na ‘yon? Alana once read a quote. Rest and sleep requires peace. And that hit her so hard. Kasi alam niya sa sarili niyang there is no peace. Hindi niya maramdaman ang peace na kanyang kailangan para makapagpahinga. Ang daming bagay na tumatakbo sa kanyang isipan at hindi niya mawari kung ano ang kanyang nararapat na gawin para mahanap ang peace na ‘yon.

bulong niya. ⸻ “Used to,” sagot ni Zia. ⸻ Natigilan si Christian. ⸻ “Used to?” ulit niya. ⸻ Zia looked at him. Then slowly said: “Ngayon… I just want peace.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Christian nodded slowly. “I can do that.” ⸻ Zia raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” ⸻ He looked at her directly. “I’m already doing it.”

My friends were half asleep and the bonfire was slowly dying. The moon's shining brightly and reflecting on the calm sea, the stars were cooperatedly twinkling in the night sky. Only the sound of waves crashing on the shore can be heard. The cold wind is brushing on my skin so I rub my hand against each other and apply the heat of it on my cheeks. So this is what peace feels like. "Guys, it's already late so let's take a rest on our cottages now," Aya ko sa kanila makalipas ang ilang minutong na pinagmamasdan ko ang paligid.

she whispered. We lingered at her doorstep, reluctant to end the evening, our goodbyes drawn out, our embrace lingering long after the initial farewell. The warmth of her touch, the softness of her skin against mine, left me feeling grounded, content. The peace we had found felt fragile, precious. The drive home was quiet, my mind replaying the sweet moments we had shared, the renewed sense of hope that had blossomed between us. But the peace was short-lived. The quiet contentment was shattered the moment I stepped into my house.