the triumph over hell
there's always a moment in our life when we are shaken from our endless, dreamless sleep and realize that something beckons us to do something, either chase a dream or cast a spell on someone else, or be somewhere else, a thriving city or an unfamiliar virgin forest. it doesn't matter really, what's important is we have been awakened from a deep slumber and is ready to move. the good news is, i am almost there. &&&&&&&&&& i can't pinpoint exactly what is that specific event, stimulus, or even who that person is who becomes the trigger for this renewed vitality. maybe it was the typhoon yolanda that devastated tacloban city, my sister's beloved city and right next to the town where i was born and grew up. or it could be my beloved younger sister's strength in facing the storm (days before the typhoon made a landfall in tacloban, i asked her to consider moving elsewhere, but she assured me that her place is safe. ...