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From Pag-asa to Pag-asa




More than a year ago, I was a naive newcomer at Pag-asa street. The sign became a popular sight to me when I started teaching at the university located within the vicinity. That sign was a silent witness to my angst, my sense of despair, my frustrations, and my disappointments. As I walked through that street everyday, I realized how I made a mistake in my decisions. That sign was associated, not with hope, but with pessimism.


That was a year ago. Gradually, Pag-asa became a venue for my excitement. The sign slowly saw me transforming into a worker eager to start the day right. It was also a witness to my satisfaction as I leave the last class, bringing with me bits of inspiration from students who just joined a concert of class participation.

Who will ever forget Pag-asa? Who can forget the shake coupled with a variety of juicy burgers prepared right before your eyes? Who will forget the popular bystanders who will outsmart you in class because despite their social life, they have prepared a lot for the class? Who will forget the long hours of chat for only Php20? Only at Pag-asa. Who can forget the fancy hi's and hello's from anyone? Indeed, Pag-asa is a community where everyone knows everyone else!

Pag-asa became a part of me for a while. It withstood the transformation of my life's direction. It gave me a sense of belonging. It provided me a caring community for a short while. Pag-asa, indeed, served as my hope.

Now that I am leaving, my footsteps are heavy. I will leave my community. A community that shaped my world for a while. A community that suggested a new taste -- no matter simple, but I realized it suited me. Now, I will finally leave Pag-asa.

But somewhere else, I believe, I can find another Pag-asa. It may not be the same, but it's going to provide me another exciting moment. Somewhere else, I will seek for Pag-asa, and if I don't find one, I will create my own..
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