One Pregnant Lady

A couple of months ago, I was walking along a street doing nothing other than checking out every single person that I passed by. Of course, there were the girls with big boobs, guys who looked like they just woke up from sleep (wash your hair man!) and those who simply looked like they walked here from China. Nothing out of the ordinary until one particular human being caught my attention. She made me stop in my tracks and just look in a way that would have gotten me arrested if she had screamed or alleged harrasment.

A pregnant lady. Complete with a maternity dress, matching handbag and low heels. The aura surrounding her reeked of the 'corporate air-conditioning' syndrome but that was not what struck me. What struck me was how much beauty I actually saw in this lady.

For starters, she was a very beautiful lady. I could imagine her being the school belle from secondary school all the way up to her university days. In fact, I imagined all the deprived corporate men just freezing the moment she walked into the office at 9 a.m. every morning. But this lady's beauty exuded from a source other than her flawless complexion and swollen breasts. This lady was pregnant.

Being the adolescent boy that I am, I linked the bulging tummy to the act that actually brought about the pregnancy in the first place. Like they say, one bulge begets another. But it was not rough, horny thoughts that accompanied these images in my mind but rather the realization of what sex really is. The making of new life.

For once, I realized that when bangbus and xxxproposal and the likes of it are stripped away, all you have is an innate desire to create new life. This is an entirely different matter from creating your own pencil holder at D&T class or making your own ondeh ondeh. Sex is the fulfilment of the primal desires of two people who need to join their bodies together for that special purpose: to bring new life into this world; which is why orgasam means (and feels) so much more when attained with a partner. Jacking off is a physical thing. Embracing the lady whom you love so much while you ejaculate deep inside her is much more than just a physical thing.

For those of us who have never experienced such pleasures of life (or creation of life), I'm sure most of us will experience it someday. For the apprehensive lot, it is a conscious choice not to bring life into this world which they believe is so full of evil and hurt and complicated emotions. For me, I think the droning of the Catholic church's principles have worked: it is not your choice to refuse or discard of the gifts that God gives you.

I tend to agree with that 'principle' a lot. Perhaps we all feel that this evil world today is a terrible one which isn't a good condition for living. But if you had a choice, would you have chosen not to be born? If our parents had thought 'I can't bring a child into the world as it is today's back then, we couldn't even be here right now. So give that child a chance. Give your child a chance.

Oh and by the way, just a couple of weeks after I saw that beautiful pregnant lady, I found out that my sister was pregnant. My mind began to start the same thought process that had been trigeered off by that lady but I stopped myself. I just had to.