These are what I realized....

I cannot accept defeat. Mind you, that was at first. I have to admit I felt it was more like the end of the world. It was the end of the universe. Yes, we did not win. And it hurts so bad that sometimes I thought my heart would break. Ha! I just realized I am with manic-depression. Anyway, what’s done is done. We put our best foot forward but it was not enough. Now, as I reminisce the events that happened these past months, I can’t help but feel glad. Much more than glad. Happy. Happier that I’ve ever felt before. I felt so much better, that everything is so over. The play festivals passed like a blur. But it left a mark on me. It made me realize many things. It made me see the possibilities in the impossibilities. It made me have a positive outlook in life. It made me appreciate the talents that I have and to marvel at the talents of others. Time, is in fact, precious, and should not be wasted. All my life, I felt that I have a lot of time before me. Until now, that is how I feel. Often, I would just procrastinate. I would not mind that the clock ticks by and by. But bit by bit, the play festival taught me that life is too short. One time I was just doing the script together with my friends. The next moment I was on stage, portraying my role. It was all so surreal.

The play festival made me understand my classmates. In fact, they became my inspiration. I still remembered that first day of school. The day that I branded as the “Saddest Day of the year” separated me from my closest friends. I was made to sit on a chair inside a classroom I am not familiar of and classmates that I considered as, “Strangers”. I was wrong with judging them, thinking that our play would not be successful. Ever. Talk about a Hasty Generalization. Now, it made me realize that my classmates are stars that shine brightly in the night sky. They are all so special and important. Unique. Incomparable. Simply Extraordinary. I also understood our adviser. I misjudged her too, actually. She kept us all together. She was there for us in good times or in bad. Yes, at times, I would despise her and hate her. But, the things she had done were all for us, her class. Most of all, the play festival taught me not to give up. To hold on. To persevere with what we are doing. When I was on the verge of quitting, someone pulled me up and said, “Don’t quit. I am here to help you. We will finish this together as father and daughter.” And yes, he was always right. With the help of the people around me and with God’s help, I finished what I started.