Sanico, Jay Anthonie A. World Literature Santos, Joseph Gapayo, Dominic Doarte Avila, John Glenn the passing of arthur from

The Reflection

In this life, everyone has each own battle one wants to champion with. At times, the battle seems too far enduring that it has almost crushed one’s knees to the ground. Weary of fighting, tired of panting, one continues to wield his sword. Even without the assurance of what lies at the far end, he knows in his heart that the battle would eventually come to an end.

Whatever lies at the end of the battle, no one knows. Still, it is not victory which defines a hero. It is not the strength of the arm which brandishes the sword that makes one a victor. It is rather determination, one which is coupled with a sense of purpose and meaning. Life is not always about winning the battle; it is about carrying it on to the last ounce of strength and to last drop of sweat. And with that, the battle acquires a deeper meaning. The dreadful battle is transformed into a loving struggle.

Come to think of it: a cancer patient deals with her imperial affliction day unto day; a mother works hard to make both ends meet for her children; a teacher stretches herself to the very limit to educate her student; a father endures the infernal sun in toiling for his family – these are everyday battles that usually go unnoticed. We too have our own share of our battle. Whatever it is, each battle culminates to a sacrifice. Each of our battles reverberates that of a Man who died impaled on a Cross, whose very battle transformed the barrenness of the Calvary to the abundance of a life eternal, whose very battle cry is none other than of love.

Most of the things in this world come and go. At another perspective, the temporariness of the things in this world emphasizes the fragility of the present moment. Hindi kaya dahil ito ay lumilipas kaya ito nagiging mas mahalaga? Each of us has only a single take in this life. Won’t we make the most out of it? For me, I realized that there could only be one in a million times that I could behold this place, see your smiles, hear your laughters, feel your embrace, hold your hand… I’d rather grab the chance now. So when the time has come for us to part ways, I will not regret a thing. That is because I know I had my take when I had my chance.

I thought that time crawled so slow; I never knew that it sprinted so fast that I barely noticed it passing. It seemed only yesterday when I first entered our classroom and saw one another. And now, what is left for us are just few remaining days. Soon enough, we would part ways and go on: to write our own stories, to wage our own battles, to live our own legends. But I believe, wherever I go, a part of you stays in me and a part of me stays in you. Our lives are intertwined.

Maybe this is what faith really means. We hold on to something or to someone, though one cannot see it, him or her with the naked eyes. It is like an empty little box, without anything to boast of but only itself, one that assures, “Tiwala lang.” Faith in God is also like this. As the song says, “Without seeing You, we love You. Without touching you, we embrace. Without knowing You, we follow. Without seeing You, we believe.”

So passes the glory of the world, yes.

But we will keep on believing.