They ask me…
Why are you here?
Initially, I thought my feet just brought me here. There was an opportunity, and I grabbed it without second thought because it is the most convenient, and I have no where else to go at the moment. Sooner or later though, I realized I was meant to be here. I was introduced to the simpler life which, at the same time, challenged me to out my inner superself.
No – this place is no paradise. It’s no rainbows and butterflies. It’s no perfection and it’s far from wonders and fairytales. But, it’s also not average. This place is not for the faint-hearted. It won’t kill you, but it will definitely not cradle you like a baby. There’s less room for games, but definitely a huge space for sharpening.
And I am here because I chose to. Like love, I have chosen this, and I will keep choosing it everyday, until my job is fulfilled.
Why were you back?
I was back because maybe one of my friends were right – that I was never ready to go. I returned because, honestly, after I found this place, I cannot remember my life before and after it. This place may not be all-pleasant, not your typical invite-your-friends-to-see kind of thing, but this place was home. Here, I found my people. Here, I found loyalties. Here, I can add value and be added value on. I found purpose. And even if not everyone was willing to fight, I believed closed-eyed that they are worth fighting for.
I am back because my family is here. Not all of them – yes – and some attempting not to stay longer. But they are my family. And a person will always certainly do what it takes to keep the family in tact. People will come and go, and it’s part of the inveitability of life. But for the sake of the people who’ll stay, and fight alongside me. I will be there – and they will find family in me.
Why do you fight?
I fight because I never believed in existing. I’m not [just] a finisher – I am a winner. I don’t believe in doing stuff for the sake of doing it, I believe doing is doing it right; doing it excellently; closing strong and bringing home the bacon.
I fight because I believe my people deserve the prize. I still hope the unseen tomorrow will come and it will bring us great news everyday. I press on toward the reward that may be invisible for now, but I know I own it. I will get there, and my team will conquer it. And even if no one else believes we will, it only matters that I do. For the family, I will not back down.
Why do you believe?
I believe because I know deep down, we still got this. Superficial? Maybe. Too good to be true? Possible. Sugar-coated? You can say that. But I have witnessed, time and again, that all great things start with a dream. And my dream is that this place flourishes to its best and to get my people soaring onto great heights where they are always meant to fly.
But to fly – one must fight. One must conquer the simplest altitudes and proceed to the next, and the one after that, and the one after. No one has learned the complex overnight. He who wants the win, must go to battle.
I once had a dream and my dream is to take my people there. The climb is dangerous, if not fatal. But if I die, I die not giving up. I finish giving my all for the sake of this place; for the sake of this family.
Who will fight for you?
I guess the better question is: Who will fight with me? It matters less that I am protected by loyal guardians than leading my own battalion. Those who believe me will be alongside me. Or in the words of Joan of Arc, those who love me [will] follow me.
Those who have left doesn’t mean they don’t believe or love me, but maybe they have found something more important to fight for.
Those who are unsure where to stand, I beseech them to recognize their loyalties and find one reason not to go. This is because I believe one compelling reason is enough to outthrow a thousand contradicting excuses. If they find their stance on the other side of the bridge, I will not stop them as I do not possess the ability and power to do so. But if they find at least a tenth of themselves resolving to continue the race – my promise may not be the glorious million-dollar bill – but exhaust myself to show them where it is and how to get there, if not to bring them there myself.
So I ask them…
Will you fight with me?