02/09/2026
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In the most mundane and unexpected moments of day-to-day life, I sometimes catch myself asking the same questions.
โHow will I see myself through the eyes of the man I'll become?โ
Will it be with sorrow? Anger? Resentment? Or Embarrassment over my old ways? I could only hope that when I do, it will be with the same eyes I have today.
In the waking world, happiness is fleeting, there is no way around that, there will inevitably come times of pain, sorrow, and despair. Such is the unchallenged rule of life. Nothing good ever comes for free, our joys and sadness are transient, fragile.
There will come times of doubt, crises, and the loss of hope.
โIโm not cut out for this.โ
โWhat makes me think I can?โ
โWho do you think you are?โ
We will fall, over and over and over again.
Yet, Weโll try our best, to keep our heads high, amidst the distant horizon and glaring darkness to raising our torch, and ignite a path for the one thereafter.
I acknowledge the fact that Iโm living for a future I don't even know will happen or exist, despite living our own stories, weโll never know our endings.
In that self-proclaimed future, I hope to become someone of great importance, someone worthy of seeing others at their most vulnerable states. And to become a person of responsibility, a person who is loved. I really do hope that my dreams will be just as good as they are, in this reality.
Terrified, I am terrified of fighting a losing battle, scared of failure, scared of having to look at myself from the future and seeing so many regrets.
But in the end,
Isn't that what makes it beautiful?
If the life you imagined were handed down to you, guaranteed, and marked down to the minute wouldn't that make you happy?
Although, would it be considered having lived a life?
Isn't sadness the one that gives happiness meaning?
Isnโt anger the one that triggers change?
Isnโt regret the one who breeds fuller promises?
Maybe they are, and that is what makes life, life. Nothing can ever guarantee I'll get the future I want, no one can. But I will guarantee one thing,
That I will keep walking towards the horizon, and see it through to the very end.
Perhaps, the point was never about what I wanted, but what I needed. The courage to journey the road I had trailed, the hopes, the friends, and the memories collected throughout. In countless trials and tribulations Iโll be forged but not reborn, to become the person with the wisdom to understand why every step and ache mattered.
When our eyes eventually meet, I only wish to see the same eyes that had glimpsed at the future foretold.
Words by Gabriael
Layout by Ysa Denise Cabrillos
