We have nothing but hope

IN the midst of struggle between survival and hope, we came to think about the euphoric past that was left behind. For me? It was lost.

IN this forgotten corner of the war ground, where rosary and prayers were the only weapon we had, came a very destructive point of our existence.

SACRIFICES were all begun last August 07, 2012 where Laguna Lake had expanded and eaten this forgotten corner that we live in. For me? It was lost.

AS my naked feet touched the cold and unforgiving flood, I knew that I had to stained my own feet with tears from grieving people. Whenever these happened, I saw the faces covering with confusions and questions like, "Why should always be us?", "Was this a coincidental effect of nature?", "Or was this a reciprocal form of damaging God's greatest gift?". Well, for me? It was lost.

I had to reconsidered my thought that God was unfair. He'd done things like our sufferings just to proved that He was the boss. But stream of another thoughts came rushing within me that He was never be wrong.

This was our fate.

This was His plan.

And we were He's.

WHEN we were on a self-proclaimed boat, which was our man-made boundary from grief, I had seen another kind of people, the one I had seen from the past --- before the destruction. They were all smiling as if the angels from above had gotten to their feet. I know that this was our survival.

THE smiles behind the agonies told me that I was never be alone, that I had came here on this very corner of the Earth to shared the most important thing in my life that time...

And it was survival.

I tried not to let the tears to cascade down my cheek, as people tried not to sweat with blood. I had to be strong. I had to open the pathway like Noah.

I knew these sea of people. And I am part of the sea.