In every race, it is given that we have the starting point and have a finish line. But question is: How did we get there?
I doubt in the 15 years of my existence that I had found myself. But time molded me that I could not see for myself no much longer. The only proof is the physical metamorphosis I have evolved, that, into a monster in the mirror. That only you can tell me in the manner well fitted for my referral. I praise to those who made my life for the better and for the worse.
I cannot fink the experience gained in my travels of being such a labeled "preposterous lunatic". Knowing my life had not been mundane for the vicious assaults, character assassination, personality discrimination, and social excursion.
The ambition nor dreams of one man cannot be deprived by the other. The cure we wish to have is never to be denied. We adhere to calls and summons, but never the intention of being disputed and laughed.
But for the quarter of my life, may you accompany me in memories. As you travel in my thoughts and may you decipher, censured with keen unbiased wisdom, your confusions by perplexities. So that you may be, the greater judge among the rest.
THE AUTHOR
CEBU, PH 2011
