It’s me and it’s mine. Yours, you can find!

I’ve been in this world for more than 21 years. It’s been a crazy ride and embraced by fears. The thoughts of being hopeless and judged, seasonally swing in my head. I don’t know how to rate my life, but I pretty much know how it feels like. You may be able to understand what I’ll share or relate your own experiences with my scenes, but I bet you don’t want to fit your shoes unto mine on some instances in my life.

I used to run the whole day when I was a little man. I enjoyed the scenery of having my peers with me and together we wrapped up the day after the exhausting hours of school work. I get excited when it comes to competing and showing what I got about the activities in our Physical Education Class. It was like an unending adrenaline flowing in my veins. The campus witnessed my early years, and it kept on reminding me of where I’ve been and what is expected from me.

I live with my family and learned bunches from my parents. I was able to duplicate a few characteristics of my parents. Like my dad, I’m a very serious person. Even joy can’t make smile out of my face. You can call me “Mr. Serious” or whatever you want to call me. I was a cold rock during those times. I began to learn my potentials of becoming a musician and a leader as well. Our church’s pastor and my music instructor in high school inspired me to learn and explore the world of music and musical instruments. It is where my passion for music was born. With my unique personality and appeal, I gained the respect of my friends and schoolmates. I became the president of our class from first year to fourth year and became an officer of other organizations. It was a manifestation and a sign that I can be a good leader by serving and working for the respect from the individuals surrounding me.

For the past 5 years of my life, it was like hell in an open paradise. I’ve made stupid decisions and became weak emotionally. You might look at me and have the impression of being tough, but deep in this sturdy physique is a fragile vase easily broken and easily disappointed. I enjoyed too much of the comforts of this world and denied the chances for a better living. I could have finished my studies now, but then I decided immaturely and irrationally. It was difficult then, because of the expectations I’ve failed.

Before, I believe in the saying, “Regret is at the end” or “Nasa huli ang pag-sisisi” but failed to recognize it when it comes to deciding for the present. Now, it’s a better view and wisdom from the past experiences have kept me facing the challenges that life may bring and be firm enough to withstand the storms, and to reach and to hold the stars that I’ve been watching from afar.

"""" This is who I am. My past speaks for who I am today, and my present reveals of who will I become tomorrow."