shift

I belong to a line of fighters. my paternal grandfather survived the bataan march. my maternal grandfather has this long scar across his belly which he got from some war. he was a soldier too. my paternal grandmother fought to raise her nine children. my maternal grandmother would win the dakilang ina of all time because of everything she went through. definitely. my father fought poverty. from a boy who sells pandesal to the engineering and water system head of a real estate company. my mother fought depression. my sister fought cancer. and here i am, i can't even fight for my graduation. it's supposed to be generational. what happened to me? am i adopted?or is it because...this is just the beginning of the real thing? the latter. more likely. because i look a whole lot like my father. haha. this is our family's heirloom- strength and courage. it's in my dna. seems like it is not yet expressed as of the moment. thankfully, somebody is working on it now. just wait and see. i'll have my victory soon. very, very soon. 

actually, this is not what i oringinally typed. the original post began with "i am sad". it was then followed by a list of reasons of why such a statement came about. good for me, wisdom sank in somewhere along the way.

The voice of truth, tells me a different story. The voice of truth says do not be afraid/ The voice of truth says this is for my glory...I would choose to listen and believe the voice of truth. 

to form beautiful, strong and wise women, i have to be one myself. someone is already doing the forming for me. a clay that runs away cannot be made into a useful pot. so i stay.

exciting. wonder what will happen next...it's like the first episode of a jdorama that would be staying in mysoju's list of top dramas. or the first chapter of a manga that would defeat naruto. :)

to destiny! bonsai! :))