Briane /'brÉÉŞ-Én/ n. An ordinary person with an extraordinary journey of love, faith, and hope in the unpredictable world of victories and failures. Views and opinions expressed here are my own and do not necessarily reflect those of my organizations and affiliations.
iThink #52: A flashback while waiting for the engineer
The view from the roof deck. February 18, 2022
I can't remember exactly when it happened, but sometime between 2023 and 2024, I snuck inside the condominium where I had bought my unit.
I roamed around the lobby, walked past the grass patches, and stood in front of my door. I reached for the doorknob, and, as expected, it was locked.
Looking around, I saw residents making their way in and out of the tower. I guess I was the only one who had not moved in yet. I let out a sigh, went back to the lobby, and watched people walk against a backdrop of browns and golds, greens and blues.
"This must be the life," I thought. "Will I ever get to it?"
Tears almost fell, if not for the gentle breeze flowing through the place.
The tower where my unit is. May 25, 2026
Two or three years later, Iâm back here.
No more sneaking in, though.
This time, I have a formal appointment with the people running the condominium. I'm seated alone on a curved brown rattan chair, facing the same brown-and-gold ceiling and wall posts. Farther ahead is the blue pool, surrounded by greenery.
The stream of people has never gone away: babies in strollers, toddlers in swimming trunks, young adults with backpacks, others in sandos and shirts carrying bags of groceries, and older residents in T-shirts, jogging pants, and rubber shoes.
Lobby mirror selfie. May 25, 2026
This morning before the inspection, I walked around the area and made my way into the tower where my unit was. I went around to the back garden. I knew for sure the lone empty unit was mine. No air-conditioning unit. No clothes hung out to dry.
Maybe it is the excitement over the possibility of a new beginning. Maybe it is the anxiety over the mounting bills.
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2025 was anything but boring. We began with a stalled impeachment, the arrest of a former president, and a high-stakes midterm election; got gobsmacked halfway with exposĂŠs of a systemic corruption; and ended with a heck of a cliffhanger: Will anyone really be found guilty and jailed for this massive plunder of our hard-earned money? Disappointing as it may be, the truth remains: The answer only depends on how fast and how willing our leaders are in exacting accountability.
Come to think of it, how fast time has flown. Five years ago we faced a different kind of test. An unseen enemy, a virus, challenged how the world stayed united despite being physically apart. Today we face yet another invisible foe, a cancer â moral, not physical. It has spread through society, from the upper echelons to the basic units. This cancer challenges how we make decisions, whether for selfish interests or for common good. It tests us if we are able to set aside our differences and stick to our principles. After all, it is only through upright morals can we run a nation.
So, what can we do? Remember. We remember our faith. No matter whom we believe in, we go back to the basics of being good and doing good. Then, we hold people accountable not to exact revenge but to remind them of what they swore to uphold. That way, they remember their responsibility. Then, as we do it, we strive to always educate the next generation, so that they will remember their duty to themselves, to others, and to this nation.
Remembering can be many things: Nostalgic, joyful, cringy, funny, painful, intriguing. But it is never boring.
I stare at the setting sun at a restaurant in Laoag City. The photograph was taken on July 18, 2024.
Forgetting has always been a bad experience for me. As a kid, I felt embarrassed for fumbling during class recitations. As a journalist, I become my harshest critic whenever I fail to remember crucial details. I call myself an idiot for missing a key question that needed to be asked. âAng tanga mo talaga, Brianeâ is my line when I overlook previously reported information that had to be added into the story for context. Over the years, I have come to believe that to forget is a sin that I must avoid.
Telling stories has been my go-to solution to resist forgetting. Time has repeatedly witnessed the power of narratives to shape peopleâs minds. Unfortunately, though, some have misused this power by distorting accounts of what had truly happened. Often when these distortions are left unchallenged and not corrected, they can erase history and replace it with a new, twisted tale. That is why whenever people ask me about something that I know, I do my best to answer them and back it up with proof.
More than ending speculation, telling stories helps me appreciate some things for what they were. I have faced challenges and felt pain numerous times, but some of these moments led to success, hope, friendship, and love. That makes my appreciation all the more profound and essential. To tell stories is to draw strength from these precious bits in the past to face the present and the future head-on. To reminisce the good things that were is to not forget the roots of the person I am.
Other people may say, âI do not want to talk about it.â Some choose to remain silent and even forget about what they went through, and that is okay. I admit that even I tried to forget some extremely sorrowful chapters to free myself of emotional baggage. However, I would eventually realize that even if I try hard to forget these things, I will just remember them. Besides, to throw away those memories is to deny how I have built my character.
The song chorus goes, "Even if you mean the whole damn world to me, I can forget you. Wait and see, I can be strong even without you. I can't waste my life forever, hoping you'd come back to me, but deep inside, I know I'll be waiting here for you."
As an adult, I choose to narrate my experiences to honor the people who have played a part in my life. Some of them have come and gone, but they have made an indelible mark. I thank them for the laughter and tears as well as the lessons they have taught me. They all have a space in my heart that no one could ever take away, and that is why I do not forget them.
What do people say about dreams? When a person appears in your dream, it means you miss them.
I dreamt of you the other night.
You topped my list in that purple messaging app. My heart raced as my thumb reached for your name. But that did not surprise me at all. You have always had that effect on me.
What shocked me, though, was what I saw beside your name.
I knew it was your angelic face and your unforgettable smile. but I couldn't see your eyes. A pair of hands was covering them.
No, they were not your hands.
My heart sank while a myriad of questions began circling my head. Who is he? Could it be? I hope it's not what I think it is. Have you forgotten about me? Am I nothing but a footnote that tries hard to fit in your life?
I wanted to press my thumb on the phone, hoping this dream won't turn into a nightmare, when all of a suddenâŚ
âŚI found myself in a dark room with a blanket all over me and a phone on my hand. On the screen was a notification: "COVERAGE OUTLOOK: MAY 12, 2024."
It was morning, yet my heart felt like it was up all night, yearning for you.
What do people say about dreams? If you talk about your dream, it will not come true.
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My stare becomes more glaring as I reach my cue. But your voice rings in my head. "Think of me," you say. Then, my eyebrow lowers, my heart calms down, and my lips try to hold back a smile, while saving it for when the camera stops rolling.
Tonight I prayed to God
amid the busyness.
My mind knew all the words
and wove them together
naturally just like
a song, a tragic tale,
a plea: "If tomorrow,
you take my life, God, it's
alright with me if it
will erase the pain and
keep me away from this
ocean of problems, with
nothing to think about
and nothing to carry."
"âŚthere was a young American producer who was trying to get on television and who reminded me of a paunchy frat boy. I coordinated his first live shot for him when no one else was around. It was a shambles: rambling, inarticulate, incoherent. But it was also reassuring. If they allowed this incompetent on television, then one day it might be me."
Excerpt from On All Fronts: The Education of a Journalist by Clarissa Ward
(The priest introduces the Prayer of the Faithful.)
Priest: âŚas we say, "Savior of the world, reign in us."
Commentator: "Savior of the world, reign in us."
(The response is not flashed on the screen on time.)
Me & my best friend: "Savior of the world⌠reign on me."
(The phone buzzes. I glance at the barkada group chat.)
My other best friends who are joining the Mass from elsewhere:
"Thank you! Mag pahinga ka na haha merry christmas!"
The timestamp from my supervisor's Viber message read 4:36pm. That's when it hit me: This is my first Christmas out of college when I won't be on call.
Does it feel liberating? In a way, yes. The last four years saw me either glancing at my phone for possible breaking news or working on a last-minute story on my laptop. That meant four Christmases (and four New Years) of being distant from my loved ones and from myself, too.
My life has taken a wild detour this year, though. I made the heartbreaking decision of leaving broadcast media end-June along with the ascent of the new government. Several weeks later, in mid-August, I went corporate. Work is still hectic today, but I can drop everything when the clock strikes five or six. Weekends and holidays are now rest days, too. I am now acquainted with Poblacion in Makati City and Pop Up in Quezon City, thanks to colleagues who would tag me along with them after office hours.
The most visible proof of my change in pace is the fact that I am writing this. I have the time and the mental energy to weave my random thoughts into some recognizable narrative of an idealistic person who got a dressing-down from reality.
And the reality? I still long to be out there, delivering the news. I am just not sure if or when it will happen.
So, again, does it feel liberating to be where I am now? In a way, yes.
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These past few years still have not been easy for me â getting less-than-minimum pay, ending up in retrenchment amid the pandemic, finding myself in another job that offered no assistance when I got sick, and leaving my passion altogether for the sake of survival. Any form of help would go a long way. Thank you for your generosity. Happy holidays. :)
Ano'ng masayang gawin sa 2023? aH
magbasa nang marami
attend the ateneo bonfir
ay sorry, walang e; typo pala
maybe start my show entitled follow up
magpapayatâŚay 'sus, kaya pa ba 'yaN
pero kailangang gawin, 'di ba
balansehin ang trabaho't pahingA
which means, more time for gimik
grabe ang '90s ng term, 'no.
galingan ang pagtuturo, and oH
mag-ipon ng pera. save
or else i'll be stuck in hell
with no way up.
I was editing the newscast for October. Next thing I knew, Iâm back here.
After the flurry of birthday greetings and words of affirmation comes another normal dayâusual clothes, usual traffic, usual thesis worries, and many other usuals. As I browse through my playlist, the normalcy makes me think about what really stuck with me in the year that was.
âWill I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise,
I promise I will.â
âStacie Orrico, âI Promiseâ
I had been a person who believed in destiny, well, until Theology 131 came about. That class shook and shattered my pre-conceived notions about how we succeed and fail, find and lose love, or undergo undesirable experiences that actually turn out to be meaningful. I realized how much of my life is made out of my choices and the choices of the people whom I live with. As much as I want to use the notoriously popular phrase âmeant to beâ for some significant events, there is no such thing.
Many personal experiences are as they were because I chose to open myself to living them. Some of those experiences were memorable. I was able to extend myself for others, strengthen my character, and know myself better. Other situations I went into left me hurting. They awoke the spider in my chest, and whenever I wanted to cry, no tears would come out; instead, the spider would just crawl inside.
At present, I am still tempted to believe that things and people may be âmeant to be,â but now, I have the choice to stay in touch with reality and be responsible for what I choose to do and who I choose to become.
âI swore to share your joy and your pain,
And I swear it all over againâ
âWestlife, âSwear it Againâ
For the most part, I had fears. This is not quite obvious, especially when I present myself to people as the âreporter guy from Guidon,â who smiles only during the opening and closing spiels, and talks with a straight, serious tone in front of the camera. I try my best not to show my nerves, but in reality, many things scare me: Thesis, thunderclaps, the future, falling short of expectations. Forgive me for being a perfectionist, if that is a sin. I have experienced failure, anyway. A lot of times.
However, there is only one thing that I'm not scared of: Love. A lot of my friends and close ones have showed and told me how love (both romantic and non-romantic) entails a lot of risk-taking. I had not fully understood what they meant until I took risks, myself. I learned to travel far, listen well, and share in the joy and sadness that others have. Eventually, I saw myself making a few tough choices, even at the point of fear. Yes, I was scared of making those decisions, and how so? Ask my co-editors who saw me with a totally different personality for an entire week. What made me go on with it? Love, choosing to act for the welfare of the other.
âHanda akong harapin ka, walang katiyakan,
Kahit na takot sa maaring kasagutan.â
âShirebound and Busking, âWaltz of Four Left Feetâ
Philosophy taught me that questions outlive answers, but I guess, it doesn't stop me from striving to know as many answers as possible, does it? Journalism, on the other hand, showed me how truly important it is to ask questions, even if sometimes, they sound stupid. At least, I get an answer, whatever it is.
I realized that itâs so much better to have done something, regretted, and learned from it, rather than not having done it and dying with the thought of what could have happened. I admit, it is easier said than done, especially with my fears around: Opening a can of worms, getting myself into more trouble, not getting what I expect (or not getting anything at all). But the point here? Courage. It's being able to face reality, and I can do that only by having the desire to live in reality and grow from it. Again, it is easier said than done.
A lot of changes happened, people came, some stayed, others went, and some hid around the corner. It has been turbulent having to witness life unfold before me in various forms. Nonetheless, I have chosen to ride on, and in the process, I hope to master the tides and be the stronger and wiser person I aim to be.
What I got from a year as social media manager (and news anchor)
It was around 6:56 PM last Thursday, when my Nokia 3200 vibrated in my pocket. My senior editor and incumbent (now outgoing) The GUIDON Social Media co-manager, Janine was about to give me what would be one of the most unforgettable phone calls so far.
She began, âSo The GUIDON senior editors met up this morning to deliberate who will be part of the Editorial Board for School Year 2017-2018, and we would like to ask you, if...
Sheâs gonna say it! I thought.
â...you will accept your appointment as the new...
Oh my goodness, Social Media Manager again?! I got more nervous.
â...and first-ever Broadcast News Manager* of the GUIDON for 2017-2018?â
I had forgotten that there were passers-by at the Ateneo Grade School waiting shed, when I screamed for joy because finally, my future plans would soon take flight.
As the events began to sink in, the memories of my tenure as Social Media Manager also came rushing back. From the time I decided to apply for the Editorial Board in January 2016 up until my most recent live coverage at the Labor Day protests at Mendiola a week ago, I relearned three important lessons through events that defined my journey a campus journalist and a student leader.
1. Journalism is not for the faint of heart.
I have been aware of journalists risking their lives in the name of service. Some got kidnapped, some got caught in riots, others just operated on loads of coffee while trying to stay awake during marathon coverage. However, I got a taste of what it really meant, when I participated in out-of-school coverage (i.e. rallies).
When the dictator was buried on November 18, I hastily left my home and rushed all the way to Katipunan Avenue to anchor a live broadcast of the protest. I was going up and down the Gate 2.5 footbridge to check what was happening on both sides of the road, when I started to feel woozy.
Everything was supposed to go well, if it werenât for the extreme heat of the sun that enveloped the city at noontime. Sweat was all over my face and chest, and I could feel the pain in my skin. Despite the throbbing in my chest, I had to continue; otherwise, there would be no story in the afternoon. Good thing, people carrying boxes of free bottled water began roaming around the area.
Then, when I started the live stream, I realized that I canât stay behind the people. So, I went in front of crowd, showing the world how the protest looked like. I didnât mind the motorcycles and cars driving past me by a small margin. If I werenât careful enough, I might have ended up in the clinic or, God forbid, the emergency room.
That and the following assignments made me realize that bravery is important for me to capture the story. Nothing would happen if I succumb to my fears or anxieties, but if I choose to go out there and courageously deal with various situations, people, and circumstances, then I can perform my reportorial job more effectively.
2. Donât be afraid to make things happen.
When I had done enough live streams on Facebook, I decided to pitch the newscast, thinking that the editorial board would accept it right away. However, to my surprise, the first answer I got was, âI donât think itâs doable.â I felt frustrated because I thought that they werenât open to an idea that would hopefully expand The GUIDON into multimedia journalism. I told some of my closest co-editors that I canât understand why they are okay with something as raw as a live stream but not with something as refined as a newscast.
I felt like the world was against me, but five years of being in the campus journalism scene imbibed in me that I can make things happen. So, I did a newscast myself. I video-recorded the stories using a smartphone, anchored the newscast, and edited it myself. When I showed it to them, they were finally convinced that it can be done. Eventually, after a few more months of looking through the proposal, they agreed that the first newscast would come out in January 2017. The Glimpses, then, came to be.
3. Journalism is never for self-glorification.
Whenever I would anchor a broadcast of create a voiceover report, I foresee that quite a number of comments will pertain to me and how they see me now a news anchor who has fulfilled his dream of initiating broadcast journalism in The GUIDON. While it overwhelms me with joy to see people appreciate my work, I also feel wary because somehow, their focus is on me and not on the story. I noticed that when I moderated the recent Sanggunian Election Debate 2017. There was one tweet that read, â...aminin natin na ang tunay na panalo ay si Briane Dela PeĂąa (...letâs admit that the real winner [of the debate] is Briane Dela PeĂąa).â It felt great to be praised, but looking back at how my job was to just keep track of the candidatesâ time limit and manage their exchanges, I donât think it was a good indicator of being able to encourage the people to listen.
I may sound like an ingrate there, but my point is that journalism is not show business. I did not become a journalist to glorify myself. I did not make the newscast to make a popular figure out of me (and I donât consider myself a popular figure in the first place). Â I did this because I believe I can serve my community through broadcasting. What would make me feel better is to see others appreciate my work because it helped them become more aware of the issues that matter to them.
I remember what I told my Theology instructor when he asked me where I will be five to ten years from now. I said, âI will have become a Senior Correspondent at (insert the network name here).â After graduating from the Ateneo, I will have applied for a job preferably at (insert the network name here) (and hopefully got hired) as one of its youngest reporters. I will have worked my way up the reportorial ladder, and in time, I will have become an anchor.
Too much fast forwarding. I need to give my whole-hearted âyesâ to Janine first.
*The term of The GUIDON Editorial Board 2017-2018 will begin on Tuesday, 23 May.
Three more shots from the Grade School Recognition Program!
(Top photo: with School Rector Rev. Fr. Alberto Poblete, OFM Cap. I first saw him when he was still a friar administrator at Lourdes School of Mandaluyong. Now, aside from duties as LSQC Rector, he also celebrates mass at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes, where I serve as lector and commentator.
Lower-left photo: with GS Principal Maria Corazon Yap and GS Assistant Principal for Student Affairs Maria Socorro Pradillo. Ms. Cora (the Principal) is a former HS Science Coordinator and also worked in the schoolâs Research Development Office. Meanwhile, Ms. Cora (the APSA) was my Filipino teacher when I was in Grade Four.
Lower-right photo: with GS Mastery and Enrichment Learning Program Coordinator Fe Novilunio. When I was in grade school, Ms. Fe was the Reading and Phonics Coordinator and one-half of the powerhouse advisory duo of Troubadour, LSQCâs official elementary school paper. She is my first mentor in journalism and public speaking.)
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Our School Rector Rev. Fr. Alberto Poblete, OFM Cap., our Campus Minister Rev. Fr. Dominic Abella, OFM Cap., our Treasurer Bro. Rolando Donasco, OFM Cap.;
To the Grade School Administration headed by Principal Ms. Maria Corazon Yap,
Assistant Principal for Academic Affairs Mr. Julius Grandea,
And Assistant Principal for Student Affairs Ms. Maria Socorro Pradillo;
To the subject area coordinators, faculty members, and non-teaching personnel;
To the awardees, some of whom are backstage, others in the holding areas, their families, friends, and guests;
Pax et bonum.
The last time I was in a grade school recognition program was eight years ago. Medyo nakakapanibago lang po dahil dati, doon po ako sa isa sa mga classroom sa holding area, pero ngayon, nandito na po ako sa auditorium at kasama ko po kayong lahat.
Anyway, I was asked to give an inspirational message, so I thought, âWhat brings about inspiration? Where does inspiration come from?â Siyempre, being a dreamy 19-year-old person, the one and only word that popped out of my mind was âloveâ. Please note, though, that Iâm single at the moment and I have been single since birth, but looking beyond romance, which many people aspire to get themselves into (kahit na walang forever except God, âdi ba, Father Rector?), love, in general, is what drives us to be the best versions of ourselves. It is the source of our inspiration to aim higher and do better.
Later, as we witness your sons, brothers, cousins, nephews, grandsons, and friends stand before the LSQC community and receive the fruits of a yearâs worth of labor, we hope to realize that love is the essence of everything that they do, and we all do.
I, myself, am honored and humbled to have experienced love from Lourdes School Quezon City. When Typhoon Yoyong struck Nueva Ecija in 2004, our small family business did not survive, and eventually, we became poor. There came a time, when both Mommy and Daddy had their own illnesses, and all three children were studying (Ate was in Third Year High School, Bunso in Grade One, and I in Grade Two), but we had limited financial capability. I thought I would see myself studying in another school, but thank God, I didnât have to. With the generosity of LSQC, I was able to continue being molded and raised as a Lourdesian. This went on until fourth year high school.
During my stay in Lourdes, I found what I love, and that is, well, not a person, but journalism. At first, it was a bit difficult when I got the assignment of being a feature writer for Troubadour. Something was not right. I did not know what it was until I won the news writing contest at the 29th Childrenâs Museum and Library, Inc. Graders' Convention in Baguio city. I realized that I will be able to serve my purpose better if I direct my energy towards the news.
So, the following years saw me as a budding news writer, and it formed a cycle of battles. News writing competitions here and there. It often wrecked my nerves to think that I had to represent the entire LSQC community and that I had to compete with students from other schools. But I managed to get through that cycle because each contest that I joined was a chance for me to show how much I love the school that has nurtured me for so long.
But we all know that contests are not the end-all and be-all of being a student. The main challenge is in studying, itself.
When I was in Grade School, I thought I was doing so much:
Find the definitions of the fifteen spelling words.
Look for a science trivia for a report.
My personal favorite: Write a news story and memorize it for Balitaan in Sibika or HeKaSi
Prepare for a quiz.
Review for a seatwork.
Finish an integrated project.
My latest time for sleep was midnight.
I thought I already had a lot on my plate, when, surprise, high school happened.
No more spelling words. They got replaced by research homeworks, essays, and oral presentations.
Less science trivias, more laboratory experiments.
Balitaan was still there for Araling Panlipunan, but being the campus journalist that I am, I had to do a personal upgrade on my work.
More quizzes,
More seatworks,
More portfolios,
More performance tasks,
More transfer tasks (because the school believes in understanding by design).
I thought I was exerting enough effort. The latest time I had for sleep was around three in the morning.
But lo and behold, there came college.
Essay in English,
Creative presentation in Filipino,
Long test in Mathematics (and take note, college math is nowhere near elementary and high school math),
At this point, I have experienced sleeping at five in the morning, and waking up at six because my first class is at nine and it takes me an hour and a half to commute from home to school.
A lot of times, I wanted to give up, even if thereâs no time to give up. Minsan nga, âyung oras na ipangkakain ko, ipanggagawa ko na lang ng presentation ko, o kaya, ipangsu-shoot ko na lang ng newscast o live report; but, before even trying to withdraw, I look at how far I have come because of the formation and education that LSQC instilled in me, the support I gained from my loved ones, and the guidance that the One who is above and beyond us has given me. So I ask myself,
Why lose faith, when everyone has faith in you?
Why lose the strength, when you have everyone to gain strength from?
Why lose the love for what you do, when everyone loves you?
Sa awa po ng Diyos, nakauusad pa rin po ako sa buhay at pag-aaral. Nabiyayaan po ako ng full scholarship sa tatlong taon kong pananatili sa Ateneo De Manila University. Naging maayos po ang aking mga marka, naging aktibo rin po ako at nakapagdala ng pagbabago sa aming pahayagang The GUIDON.
All of these things, I have them and I have done them out of love. Excellence has become my way of showing my gratefulness and appreciation for the help and concern my loved ones and my school gave me. I know and I am confident that this recognition program is a celebration not only of excellence, but also of love, through which these young Lourdesians have given their all.
Before I step down from this stage, I hope to impart three important messages:
First, love is the foundation of all virtues. It sounds very theological, but really, it is love that enables us to do good and do great.
Second, love should enable us to give and be better than our past selves, not give and lose ourselves. I know that in love, we tend to give so much of ourselves, like how a good number of people go the extra mile in the name of their careers, but we should not forget why we are doing this and where we want to head to.
Finally, and this is the most difficult to do: love even if others choose to reject it, even if others choose not to understand it, even if others choose not to reciprocate it. After all, at the core of love is sacrifice. And sacrifice becomes genuine if it asks for nothing in return.
Just strive to love, for through it, we gain the inspiration to do good, and in doing good, we aspire for the best that we may give glory to the one who is the everlasting source of love.
To all of you, congratulations for another successful school year.
Thank you, and until then, bye for now.
(Writerâs note: I delivered this inspirational message to the Lourdes School Quezon City community during the Grade School Undergraduate Recognition Program held on March 31, 2017. This was my first attempt at inspiration, so two things: If you can relate, thank you very much; but, if you canât, I understand.)
A lot of things have happened since the second semester began in January. I got myself into two production classes, a theology subject, and a philosophy lecture; plus, thereâs my social media manager (and also now, senior correspondent and news anchor) job at The GUIDON.
Thereâs so much on my plate in such a short time, so much that I just found the time now to be here and not be my usual, busy self. Often times, people would see me out in the field, walking fast, running, and trying to be almost everywhere, as I deliver live reports using my phone and The GUIDON mic. Other times, my face would appear on Facebook, against a white wall, pulling my G-Tec open, reading the news off the prompter, and closing the G-Tec as I say, âBye for now.â
Who would not be happy to see his or her baby grow? The newscast and the live reports are a part of me that I really want to share with the publication and the rest of the community. It is through broadcasting that I believe I can serve them best, and I am truly thankful for the support I have been getting from those who appreciate the change that I want to initiate in the campus journalism scene.
However, at this moment, I am certain that I am not 100% happy. Donât get me wrong, though. I am very happy with the appreciation people have for my accomplishments. Itâs just that my happiness is not in its fullest probably because now that I am doing nothing (except typing this, of course), I realize that something is lacking.
Somewhere inside, somewhere I cannot pinpoint right now, there is emptiness.
Am I expecting more? Am I longing for someone or something to arrive? Iâm quite not really sure. As much as possible, I donât want to be selfish because for the longest time, I have been happy giving my all and doing the things that I love for my family, friends, loved ones, and simply everyone else. So, itâs a bit of an uncertainty to me as to why I am feeling this.
I hope that in time, the âemptinessâ (if there is) will be filled. The last thing that I want to happen is for me to get tired of trying to search the reason for it and ending up failing to know why.
