Sometimes, life takes from you the people you thought would always be there forever.
Yes, I lost my father, and shortly after, I lost my mother too. Two painful losses, one after another, leaving a silence in my heart that words cannot fully describe.
There were moments I felt small, broken, and unsure of how to continue.
But then I look at my young family, my beautiful wife and my three adorable daughters, and I find a reason to rise again. Their love reminds me that even when some lights go out, there are still lights worth living for till eternity.
My academic pursuit was on already and I also hold tightly to it. It gives me something to look forward to, something to build, and a reason to keep seeing life through.
I may carry grief, but I also carry hope that there is a bright future ahead.
When the world tries to make me feel small, I remind myself that I have survived days I once thought I couldn't.
I may have lost my parents, but I refuse to lose myself.
So I keep walking, not because the road is easy, but because my story is not over yet.
My education has become more than a goal, it is one of the reasons I keep moving. I want to see life through, discover what tomorrow holds, and prove to myself that my circumstances will not define the end of my story.
To my late father and mother, I hope somehow you can see me. I am still trying. I am still learning. I am still moving forward.
There are moments in life when you don't need someone to tell you that life is hard. Yes, i already know and I am facing equally as a man.
I know that the street is military and I have to be a soldier to survive it.
My tactics.
One day. One step. One breath at a time.
Zero rushing, I allow the nature to take it course while I do my own.
I keep moving forward, no slowing down.
To my wife, thank you for the strength.
To my adorable kids, thank you for the hope.
To myself, thank you for not breaking down.
To everyone who stood by me, thank you.
