Hope is not pretending that problems don’t exist. It is the hope that they won’t last forever. That hurts will be healed. And difficulties overcome. That we will be led out of the darkness. And into the sunshine.

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.

In a world where despair proliferates and various health, emotional and financial conditions bring us to the brink of depression, being hopeful is the only thing we can lean on.

I understand when people tell me that they’re “hopeless”. My mom was in tears the other night, depressed with her condition of being unable to suddenly be independent as she used to be. I guess it’s natural that as we age, there are certain things we’re unable to do any longer. The once independent woman who was the pillar of strength in the family is now dependent on us for almost everything. I told her that she has her family who loves and cares for her. And that’s a good thing. Because she must have done something good in her younger years for everyone to pour out that love she so unselfishly gave.

Hope comes from an inner place. A place where we draw new strength because people care. Because we are loved, we have second chances even at our worst days.

At times, we refuse to be too emotional or attached because any loss would be devastating. Yet our journeys are not about life not well spent. It’s about a life well lived. About how well we have treated the people on our way up and the same people we meet on our way down.

There is strength and resilience in hope. And happiness at the end of the tunnel.

Love letter to mom

Dearest mom,

It’s been quite awhile that I’ve sat down and thought about where life has led us today. I know that I’ve been busy and we’ve both gotten older. We even share greying hair and wrinkles already. The reason I decided to write you a love letter is to let you know that in spite of the weirdest, roughest days of my daily grind, I never stop caring for you.

I know that there are days that you’d tell me that you’re old and useless already. It pains me that you tell me that you’re most useless because of your difficulty in walking. Or that you’re not being able to cook for me my favorite dishes any longer. Or that you’re unable to run errands for me like you used to.

It pains me to see you depressed and lonely during most days or dream of bad things or simply wait for the maid to assist you when you need to move around.

We all wish that everything in life is “what it used to be”. Reality is, it’s not. Life is a cycle.

When we were born, I know you and dad were overjoyed at having a baby to take care of. After another year or so, my sister came along. And we became a handful. Life did not come easy for a young couple to raise us. But hey, you need to pat yourselves in the back because you did a good job. We didn’t turn out so bad after all.

I’m grateful for everything you’ve done. I want you to know that! The arguments and discussions will always be part of a healthy discourse in the family. Without them, we wouldn’t be where we are today.

For the love you so unselfishly shared during my highs and lows in life. For the moments when I just needed a hug. For the days when I had a shoulder to cry on. For the years of hardship you carried so well in spite of the challenges in life.

I am writing this for you because I want you to remember that I will always be thankful for everything you’ve done for us. The least I can do is to repay that unabashed love you so generously shared through your sacrifices is through my own way of caring for you.

And while my memory and your memory are still intact, let me express my profound gratitude.

Thank you for being my best friend.

I love you to the blood red moon and back. 💖