My closet…
Our garage at dawn…
The train station…
A busy Pureza street…
School…
Every step I took led me to a new place.
Many places, my younger self wavered over, but incessantly walked towards.
Each scene I ventured to move my feet at a different pace.
A lot of times, they were strange and so unknown, but ever forward.
Oh, who was I but a drooling kid running on cups of curiosity,
Who would grow to believe that cups of coffee between stacks of activities mean I am saved?
Periods when it all suddenly felt routinary frustrated but did not faze me
Because I trust that a foot forward is tomorrow reshaped.
Every step I took, I was elsewhere.
And today, as I ready myself for another big leap, the light where I am to go seems brighter.
I do not exactly know where, but who cares?
As unsure as I did a thousand times before, I await for a new place where I can set foot—maybe this time, climb a ladder.
My closet…
Our garage at home…
The train station…
Graduation…
Door to my first job…
It’s led me here, after many years.
Article: Marian Luisa Palo
Illustration: Jeohan Samuel Aquino
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