graduation.

i see senior highs graduating today.

it was nice, inspiring, and heart-warming seeing them with head high up.

the ambitions they are saying, the words they are posting.

these things are worth to be appreciated.

i remembered very well how i was at that moment in my life.

exactly the same as they are feeling now.

joy, pride, and hope.

i could vividly picture how i was jubilant that day. i knew my dreams were slowly becoming into reality. my plans going into their ways.

my hopes were as high as snoop d o double g.

i went to the stage and delivered my speech thanking every person that helped me and us in finishing high school.

the moment of receiving the diploma and shaking hands with division superintendent.

the pictures taken with bright smiles wearing the white toga.

our necks full of medals, and garlands made of flowers, candies, and paper bills.

it was beautiful.

two years after, i am here, typing these words on a rainy day brought by the tropical depression.

or brought by my seasonal depression.

today, raindrops are falling like tears of a girl whose tomorrow is never promised.

peace is almost a stranger.

ambition is almost a last resort.

happiness is almost a hoax.

no bucket of bravery can ever be enough to quench this thirst of knowing the certainty of tomorrow.

optimism never equates with strength because it’s so draining.

nonetheless, i am happy for them.

these dreams are what wakes us up every morning.

when peace is almost a stranger, hope is our new-found friend.