HEARTBREAK AND TRIUMPH
Looking back isn't such a bad thing. Looking back is a time to reminisce the good times, learn from the bad times, and sure as hell prepare for the future.
I, for one, loved everything about those times. Those were the days when I was still naive from anything and everything. The feeling of curiosity, being invincible. That whatever I do, I'll be fine and come out on top.
When I stepped into college, I met good people. Wonderful people. The types of people that would make you think college (and change) wasn't so bad after all. That college would just be a breeze. That its not what it is perceived to be. That one day I'll wake up, and it'll be finished. I will be marching through PICC wearing a toga and receiving my degree together with my blockmates and friends.
But then, one thing happened: I failed.
I failed in my acads. I failed some of my friends. I failed expectations. I failed myself. I failed. Terribly.
And before I knew it - I was gone. Away. "Exiled", as you may call it, from MY college, from my people, from my friends. Suddenly, I found myself in a very different environment. In an embarrassing situation. And a feeling of disappointment. That I had to face some former high school batchmates and tell them straight in their eyes "dito na ko sa benilde". Not that I'm embarrassed of being in benilde. But because I failed them. I failed all of them. I blew some of their expectations, if there was any.
After those moments, I promised to myself on my second day in that school that I will never feel that feeling again. That this time, I will get the job done. And that this time, I'll be a humble servant giving everything to Him.
Now, I'm still in that school, toiling my ass off until I get assurance that I've come full circle. That I've come back. And that I've made it. That I've vindicated myself for all the failures that came my way.
But until that day comes, I will work my ass off, and strive to be the best. To vindicate, regain and get back what I have lost.
What, then, you may ask, is my point? My point is, we should always look back to our past if we're not motivated, if we have failed, and disappointed for there are people like me who have (and still is) climbing back out from that hole.
That success comes after all the heartbreaks, all the disappointments, all the failures and all the mistakes.
That failures are the ones that make a man stronger, better and ready.
Show them your scars. That is your medal. Your badge. I have mine. And proud of it.
Strength and honor.
Peace out!
P.S.: Valentine's day is around the corner. But then, WHO CARES?
Looking back isn't such a bad thing. Looking back is a time to reminisce the good times, learn from the bad times, and sure as hell prepare for the future.
I, for one, loved everything about those times. Those were the days when I was still naive from anything and everything. The feeling of curiosity, being invincible. That whatever I do, I'll be fine and come out on top.
When I stepped into college, I met good people. Wonderful people. The types of people that would make you think college (and change) wasn't so bad after all. That college would just be a breeze. That its not what it is perceived to be. That one day I'll wake up, and it'll be finished. I will be marching through PICC wearing a toga and receiving my degree together with my blockmates and friends.
But then, one thing happened: I failed.
I failed in my acads. I failed some of my friends. I failed expectations. I failed myself. I failed. Terribly.
And before I knew it - I was gone. Away. "Exiled", as you may call it, from MY college, from my people, from my friends. Suddenly, I found myself in a very different environment. In an embarrassing situation. And a feeling of disappointment. That I had to face some former high school batchmates and tell them straight in their eyes "dito na ko sa benilde". Not that I'm embarrassed of being in benilde. But because I failed them. I failed all of them. I blew some of their expectations, if there was any.
After those moments, I promised to myself on my second day in that school that I will never feel that feeling again. That this time, I will get the job done. And that this time, I'll be a humble servant giving everything to Him.
Now, I'm still in that school, toiling my ass off until I get assurance that I've come full circle. That I've come back. And that I've made it. That I've vindicated myself for all the failures that came my way.
But until that day comes, I will work my ass off, and strive to be the best. To vindicate, regain and get back what I have lost.
What, then, you may ask, is my point? My point is, we should always look back to our past if we're not motivated, if we have failed, and disappointed for there are people like me who have (and still is) climbing back out from that hole.
That success comes after all the heartbreaks, all the disappointments, all the failures and all the mistakes.
That failures are the ones that make a man stronger, better and ready.
Show them your scars. That is your medal. Your badge. I have mine. And proud of it.
Strength and honor.
Peace out!
P.S.: Valentine's day is around the corner. But then, WHO CARES?
3 Comments:
Well said old man. :D
go aya that's the spirit!
thanks for the inspiring note, chong. :D
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