Last night was a defining moment for four men who have toiled through a trial of will and perseverance. At long last, after one and a half years of all evils imaginable, we have seen the near invisible light of hope at the end of the tunnel. We ran to it, and suddenly it ballooned into something that was never in our minds during the past period of tribulation: Success.
We have passed our thesis, good men and women of the working world. And on behalf of the other three who stood tall as kings last night, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, here we come. All Praises and Glory to God.
But as I look back at the sacrifices i had to make, and the ripples that the stones i threw during this time made, I start to think: Would the win we scored be sweeter had i not made them? Or was there any possibility that I could not have compromised anything at all and still stand rejoicing last night?
There is only one sacrifice i have made all this time that i regret. And she's in the States, or so she claims. Somehow, something in what i have done to her has created an irrepairable rift in how we communicate, and in how we express ourselves to each other.
As i recall, she was in my left hand, and the personality representing the pain and frustration of a year and a half was in the right. When the time to decide arrived, I tried as gracefully as i can to release her gently, banking on her patience, while I took what was in my right hand as my choice, clenching it in pure hatred and remorse. It was, to date, the most painful example of a lose-lose situation that ever happened in my life. And now I'm here, realizing two things at the same time: You can't please everyone, and Shit really just has to happen.
I remember a sign that's in my tita's house. 'Behind every cloud, the sun is still shining.'
I'm looking up, and I don't know what I see. Is it the sun? Is it a raincloud? Is it the sun, with a bird about to take a crap on me?