Giano: Viewing the world

October 20-25, 2008.
Ateneo de Davao University

twas a week of splendor, of heart breaks and of little triumphs.

Debate has been my alternate life, its given me the chance to discover myself in a different form, sometimes unavoidably, it also has extended much to what I really am, to the person that I have become now.

I remember my first encounter with it was the senior year of high school, I was not the “pick” I was merely spectating, how my peers engaged in tough speeches, I was enthralled; moved, and perhaps even rushed with wonder.

after five long years of debating, of training, of going through the ups and down, Ive come up to this point, where in the flashes of victory and defeat come gashing through outward, recollecting every ounce of opportunity, of step, of choice that I had to go through, that we have to go through in quests of becoming better.

there is no triumph so little or large, before this my quest was simply to prove myself; that I am worthy of respect, and now I commit to that little of goals, to that little of sacrifice.

Finally, a long wait.

in what form it has taken,

to be recognized.

a Champion.

there I was, pushed towards the corner. what can one do when all he has is the simple wish for you to be happy.

you, who came in, like a bright light that cast.

you, who defined, who created, this image, this promise.

never would a day come will I forget what you mean.

and yet.

here we stand, what you ask me now.

to break myself.

I will, just so you could be happy.

I’d never thought we’d come to this day.

when the light you cast slowly disappears.

when the promise can no longer be kept.

when happiness…

when your happiness is my only wish…

even if it takes all that is of me…

Ive given it up…  I’m broken…

I’m lost in this road to never.

not many of us get much the chance to love, love that is real, unbound and ever so often fought for. Many of us; make great lengths in search of it, moving through a rummage of pieces that look like love, feel like love, but in the end, realizing…

its not love.

my heart sings a lost song. its pieces I cannot find, the melody escapes me even.

many of us choose to love, love is a creation, it is sustained, it is chosen. which ever goes often with sacrifice.

like a song, its hymn lingers softly, like a song, it touches

when the one you choose to love leaves you,

your just not worth the sacrifice anymore.

with all things that lose, some end up found

and yet, that love hopes, to be forgiven, to come back.

and perhaps, start a new song.