Fifteen years ago, on an ordinary day, a young probinsyana from one of the Southern Provinces, with her little bags and a box of buko pie, decided to embark on a journey to try and reach her dreams.
The journey is long and weary. There are many obstacles on the road. She met a variety of people. Some with kind faces, very few with kind hearts. She experienced failure after failure. Frustration after frustration. Heartbreak after heartbreak. Many times she would go to sleep, thinking that in the morning she would stop and go back, back to her comfort zone, back to her little town in the middle of a rice field. But she didn't. She would wake up the next morning, telling herself that she would try again.
And so that went on. Until she suddenly saw herself on pitstop #1. She thought, maybe this is all there is to it. Maybe this is her destiny. She decided to stop. She decided to settle.
But she wasn't the settling kind. Her heart grew restless easily. She couldn't keep still. She couldn't stay in one place. She knew she had to make a leap of faith. She knew she had to continue her journey.
So on another ordinary day, she packed her bags and moved to a place she never thought she would live in. And there, even through more struggles, she found what she was looking for.
Now, she has reached pitstop #2. But this time, she knew that stopping is never going to be an option anymore. She knew that this journey is far from over, and that she is only at the very beginning. But it doesn't matter. Because she is where her heart is happiest.
"But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part, for a hero's strength is measured by his heart."
Go the Distance, Michael Bolton
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| With the people who stood by her to the second pitstop. Cheers to us! (Photo Credit: Red Magdayao, MD) |
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