It’s almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write.
The soul would never let this wee hours — when the road outside closed itself to the roars of the rubber tires; when even the nocturnal insects have stopped their midnight jam; when good nights were said, when the world is quiet — be wasted without spilling what’s inside it. Why?
Because today is my birthday.
The nanosecond gap in between two different years has never made me pause, reflect, and think. But my birthdays, oh they never fail.
So tonight, if you have reached this part, forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes, please bear with me as this soul speak out through the method it has always loved — writing.
Perhaps the restlessness roots from the milestones this new year has to offer for me. I am turning 27, and perhaps 2019 is my year of bravery.
This year I will move out not just from my the comfort of my house, but from the land and water territories of my motherland, The Philippines. This year, I will be doing a milestone which for others might be too soon, but for me, is it His time.
This year is the year of changes. Major ones. To say they are not scary is hypocrisy. When I have sometime to think and pause (which rarely happens nowadays), doubts creep in. Did I decide right? Can I really do it? Am I worth their trust? Did I dive too early?
Deep inside I still feel that what I am trying to do is bigger than who I am, greater than what I can, beyond what I used to do.
But that itself is the miracle of it all.
This year is the year of bravery where the old rooms of fears must be locked, securely and tightly, and the keys of them buried six feet deep.
There is no space for fear. There are a lot for faith.
And I write this to remember that yes, my old-self you were afraid. Yes, you probably will fail (both big time and small time). Yes, you probably might cry, get frustrated, reach that brink of giving up.
But you, you must remember that when you heard the first gong of this war, you already declared bravery, you claimed declared faith.
This ocean might be too deep for someone who cannot even swim in a lake. But you are in a ship where the captain is He who made you.
“Fear not, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed. I am your God.”
Look back. But don’t forget to move forward.