Maybe it’s because I have romanticized a character so captured in Atticus Finch. Maybe because I see a lot of injustice seething in every corner I pass through. Maybe because I experienced so much pain and suffering in my life first-hand and that I very well know where the destitute, the impoverished, the abused, the ordinary people seeking justice are coming from.
I will embark on a journey less traveled. I am settled with myself that I have come this far for a reason. I saw the meaning in my life right on this very day when I handed a pleading to an OFW who was very distraught about what the future will bring. I don’t want the riches of this world. I want to help people.
There was extreme happiness in me. I see a hero in the eyes of the people I meet. From this day on, I will start to dream again from the rubbles and with the end of rebuilding what’s destroyed.
I will be dreaming of a hero in every battle for justice. For them I will live. For them I will dream.
Writing is Hard to Love (Confessions of a Composition Junkie) - Philbert Dy’s tweet made me think a bit. See, there’s something about “loving writing.” Ten years ago, I’d probably say that Mr. Dy is right. After all, I ...
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