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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty basketball court, where I often found solace in the rhythmic thump of the ball against the cracked pavement. My friends would gather around, their laughter mingling with the distant sounds of jeepneys rumbling down the street.


"Kuya, you always overthink things," he would say, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "Just do what makes you happy, man."


But how could I? Happiness was a fleeting thing, a butterfly that would inevitably slip through my fingers. The weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders, a constant reminder of the people I loved and the decisions that could impact their lives.


I was a martyr, a willing sacrifice on the altar of duty. Better to suffer myself than to be the cause of others' pain. That anguish cut deeper than any blade, a wound that never seemed to heal.


And yet, a part of me wondered if my friends were right. I remembered the lessons from our accounting class, the concept of opportunity cost etched into my mind. Every choice we make comes with a price, a loss of the path not taken.


In the realm of decision-making, choosing happiness meant inevitably causing sorrow for those I held dear. It was a cruel paradox, a zero-sum game where someone always lost.


I would sigh, the sound carrying a weight far beyond my years. It would never be a win-win solution. No matter what I chose, someone would be hurt. The question remained: would it be me or them?


The basketball would thump against the pavement, a steady rhythm that echoed the beating of my heart, torn between the crossroads of my own desires and the needs of those I loved.
The sun had barely risen, casting a warm glow over the sleepy streets of our little town. I sat by the window, watching the world come to life, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities. The college president's offer echoed in my head, a tantalizing opportunity that seemed both a blessing and a curse.

"Five years," I whispered to myself, the weight of those words heavy on my tongue. It was a long time, a commitment that would shape the course of my life. Opportunity losses loomed like shadows, threatening to swallow me whole if I made the wrong choice.

I closed my eyes, letting the gentle breeze caress my face. In that moment, I decided to let fate guide me, to seek signs that would illuminate the path forward. Three signs, simple yet profound, would be my beacons in the darkness.

First, a favorable evaluation, a testament to my worth and potential. Second, passing the CSC exam, a gateway to new horizons. And third, different working conditions, a promise of change and growth.

If these signs manifested by the end of January, I would consider the offer, embrace the unknown with open arms. If not, well, perhaps another path awaited me, one that would lead me to where I truly belonged.

As the days trickled by, each moment felt charged with possibility. Every interaction, every task, every breath held the potential to be a sign, a whisper from the universe guiding me towards my destiny.

In those fleeting moments, I found solace in the simple pleasures of life – the warmth of a cup of tsokolate, the laughter of children playing in the streets, the gentle sway of the coconut trees in the evening breeze. These were the moments that grounded me, reminding me of the beauty that existed even in the midst of uncertainty.

And so, I waited, my heart open to the whispers of fate, ready to embrace whatever path lay before me. For in the end, it was not the destination that mattered, but the journey itself, and the lessons learned along the way.


A hug is a universal language of love.
which the deaf can recognize and the blind can feel...
it holds boundless meanings...
A hug does not discriminate
It’s a way people say that you are accepted...
That it’s alright, you are understood...
A hug is a consoling effort of a friend,
a special someone,
a family or
anyone to another
person...
Saying "I'm here..."
A hug is what I need now,...
I need it now...

Photo: Couple Hug
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