I happen to be sitting in a proper chair with my laptop on a desk, and I thought to myself that I haven’t written anything in the blog! Trust me, I think I’ll stop (typing) here…or not. A lot of things had happened over the course of ten months.From moving back to Cebu, to adjusting at my workplace, and coping up with the complexity of what my emotions can do and cannot do.
Year 2018 is coming to a close. In two months, we’d all be preparing for 2019—new wishes, new dreams, new resolutions. And that sounds so exciting right now because half of what we want to do would be starting all over again.
Well, that’s great but let’s not forget the remaining days of the year. Let me share one of my fave poem, the poem that made my “coping” year bearable and light. My first encounter with this poem was when I was a fourth year high school student, and my economics teacher (Sir Herben Tautho) happen to pass around a laminated copy for each of us that year (for inspiration). Behold, it did come handy. I still kept my laminated copy and read it when I feel that I’m about to give up (everything). Hope it gives you a little bit of hope—wherever you are, whatever you’re feeling for the remaining two months of this year.
John Greenleaf Whittier
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
But don’t get me wrong. Whether it’s sticking to the fight or quitting and starting a new fight, at the end, follow what you want and your heart (cliche). Make your own decision. Own up to your choices.
In dedication to our insecurities, our inner demons, and sometimes, our greatest enemy—ourselves. May we vanquish them at our own pace.