Therese Mariette P. Rosos
Editor-in-Chief
Jewelyn L. Liberato
Associate Editor
Writers
Pearl Princess F. Carnaje
Krisya Jdulya J. Horvidalla
Cesar Jr. R. Montes
Ayasha Nicole S. Pineda
Leo Benedict A. Ramos
K yle Lenard A. Mangubat
Layout, Graphics, and Photos Editor
that’s the thing about memories ...
When the sudden fleeting dominate our minds the moment we crave solace in the bygones and crevices of our past, our memories tend to recollect the essence of our being. With all our efforts, we try to rekindle, reminisce, and remember. Yet, how can we hold onto something so intangible— a fickled second so ephemeral of its kind?
Truth be told, the rush of nostalgia in our veins shapes our identity and defines our existence. Yet, in a gyrating world of default human potencies, everything seems to be in a constant state of flux. In one instance we are at the forefront of denial but in another, we are at the pinnacle of resilience. No matter how much we beg to retain these capsuled moments, we fall short of accepting the transcience—that is, the passage of time takes its toll, and memories inevitably begin to fade.
Perhaps, the things we once held dear become mere shadows of their former selves, and the experiences that once defined us slip into the abyss of forgetfulness. Those shards of our past are always at risk of being swallowed up, fading away into the nothingness of time's endless expanse. But through the venture of reaching solitude, there is hope— a glimmer of light in the darkness portrayed in words, figures, and pages.
As you cross every bridge and turn every page, know that all and sundry went back to a state of connection—a moment of defiance ahead of the present and prospective, and made a testament to aid the recollection of stages in the past. Whether the fear of forgetting plagues the pathways, let this serve as a ray of light in the same gyrating world that seeks to remember oblivion.
While tounges simply twist and minds solely think, narratives and portraits etch certainty in the chronicles that lie herewith.
... they demand to be forgotten.
Therese Mariette Rosos Editor-in-Chief
When shards of introspection visit our thoughts, we often envision living backward in time.
Languid while looking in the mirror, hues of hazel and grief often dominate our existence—leaving us with a trail of coffee left untouched, a paper left unused, and dilemmas left unanswered.
As we crawl onto our train of thought, we discover that living backward wasn’t the only disposition front staring at us, but there were also the threats of bygones and oblivion.
But before we succumb to the cave of darkness, remember to keep a spot of ink and feather in our pockets.
After all, it's our story to tell.
When journalism is silenced, literature must speak. Because while journalism speaks with facts, literature speaks with truth.
Seno Gumira Ajidarma
The annual Liceolympics had arrived, and with it came a palpable energy that electrified the Lasallian community. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement, a tangible buzz that hummed beneath the surface. The four houses gathered in preparation for a test of their mettle, eager to showcase their Animo spirit and claim the title of house cup champion.
The production number of the Mr. and Ms. Liceolympics 2023 set the tone for what was to come, with each participant flaunting their confidence and talent with an effortless grace that left the audience in awe. The stage was alive with movement, color, and sound, a symphony of creativity and skill that was both mesmerizing and exhilarating.
teams battled it out in a dazzling array of team sports, each participant giving their all and leaving nothing on the field. Volleyball, Basketball, Football, and Frisbee— every game was a test of strength, endurance, and strategy. The tension was palpable, and the stakes were high.
As day two dawned, the fiery competition became more intense, the students becoming more focused and competitive in their quest for house points. The Basketball Girls’ competition was a sight to behold, with the energy of the ballers in full force as they fought fiercely for every point, their movements a symphony of precision and grace.
On day three, the tension rose to fever pitch as the track and field events began. The participants showed their speed, agility, and strength, their muscles straining with every movement as they pushed themselves to their limits. The houses continued gathering, planning, and strategizing for the final push towards victory.
Day four resumed with the participants putting their best foot forward, their determination and grit on full display as they gave it their all in a bid to secure a spot at the top. The lines grew longer, the feud more fierce, as each participant sought to prove their worth and make their houses proud.
The fifth and final day of the Liceolympics arrived, and the stage was set for the beautiful long-legged idols to vie for the greatly coveted Mr and Ms. Liceolympics crown. The four houses, Rheims, Paris, Rouen, and Parmenie, gave it their all, each participant showcasing their talents, skills, and character with a breathtaking grace that left the audience spellbound. It was a sight to behold, a showcase of beauty, talent, and spirit that left no doubt as to the caliber of the Lasallian community.
Ultimately, Parmenie emerged victorious, crowned as the Mr. and Ms. Liceolympics and celebrated for their hard-earned triumph. The House of Paris, with their total accumulated
points soaring higher than any other house, emerged as the winners and ignited the Animo spirit of the entire Lasallian community. Liceolympics had once again uplifted the spirits of the community, leaving them with a renewed sense of pride and camaraderie.
As the week-long event marked to a close, a resounding cheer of “Animo, La Salle!” filled the air, a testament to the unbreakable spirit that bound them together as greendblooded Lasallian family. The Liceolympics may have come and
crowd in awe with a score of 2–0 against the Golden Chimeras. Herewith approaches a surging tide— surfing smoothly with their vigorous kicks, the Blue Hydras remained unconquered in the 2nd kick-off against the Mighty Griffins with a score of 2–0.
Blazing through formidable defenses while averting steals from unforgiving opponents— rising through the ashes, the House of Rheims dominated the football pitch, reigning supreme as they clinched the gleaming, golden throne against the Roaring Chimeras, conquered the tide against the Blue-blooded Hydras, and soared through goals in pursuit the battle of strength against the Mighty Griffins.
With sheer tenacity and ferocity running through their veins, the House of Rheims kickstarted strong as the Blazing Phoenixes gained the upper hand on the 1st football match of Liceolympics 2023 Reigniting the Animo, Alab Lasalista, leaving the
As the match draws near to the end of the second half, Abigail Montebon—the ace of the team, positions herself strategically on the football pitch as the defensive players withstood strong against the possible open spots that the Captain could be blindsided. With a final gaze, her teammates telepathized as to how to break through their defenses. Abigail blazes through the field as she scores the goal with a kick and rush tactic, leaving the Mighty Griffins at a halt with a score of 6–0 in the 3rd football match. Unleashing the golden victors within, the Golden Chimeras conquered the kick-off against the unconquered hydras leaving the battlefield with a score of 1–0 in the 4th football match.
Rekindling the Alab within and soaring with pride against the scorching tides of the Blue Hydras, the House of Rheims emerged victorious in their kingdom of ashes and embers. The tide that was once unconquered was stopped with rains of heat by the Blazing Phoenixes— pushing the Hydras in acceptance of being the 2nd runner-up in the whole event of the Football Match. Clinching the gleaming throne, the Golden Chimeras ascended with pride in their flight against the mighty griffins. The House of Parmenie settled on becoming the 3rd runner-up in the whole event of the Football Match with a score of 6–0 in favor of the House of CHIampions.
Alas, after withstanding four days of the scorching heat of the sun, the high-pitched airy sound from the whistle came along the prideful roars of the blazing phoenixes—making the Chimeras kneel in surrender of their defeat with a score of 2–0 against the House of Rheims, placing them as the 1st runner-up for the Football Match. With fire and blood, the blazing phoenixes brimmed with renewed fervor to once again perch the mountain peak as the undisputed champions of this realm.
The journey of a thousand milesbegins with a single step.
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I nearly feel like I can smell the salty air and feel the cold breeze of the ocean as I close my eyes. In my dreams, I imagine myself flying over the globe, taking in the splendor of the landscape below as I soar above the sky. I long to try alien foods, take in breathtaking views, and most importantly, gain knowledge from the adventures I haven't yet had—I want to participate in this amazing world that I get to explore.
Yet, before I traverse across borders, I want to tell you about my cherished homeland, Cadiz City, which is renowned as the City of Whales. It got its moniker from the numerous whales that once became the city's emblem after becoming stranded on its shores during historical events. I have countless fond recollections
of Cadiz, and I've had the good fortune to see a lot of the city's attractions. The place where I was raised, nonetheless, still speaks to me in my heart.
Lakawon Island, a banana-shaped island off the coast of Cadiz in Negros Occidental province in the Philippines' Negros Island Region, is one of the city's most well-known attractions. TawHai, the region's biggest floating bar, lies there. The island is covered in swaying coconut palms that go well with the calm air and offer the ideal location to see the soothing waves from a distance, away from the clamor and chaos of the contemporary era. My first trip to Lakawon was prior to the resort undergoing massive renovations, and the view of the island is simply breathtaking. When I was a child, I had
delightful recollections of frolicking in the white powder sand on the island and enjoying the presence of my family. Correspondingly, a warm, golden glow was cast over Cadiz's coastline as the sun dropped over the horizon. The sound of the waves lapping against the coast filled my ears as I went along the beach. I took in the beauty of my surroundings as I breathed in the salty air and felt the cool breeze on my face.
Although I had already seen the well-known Lakawon Island, the other beaches in Cadiz were just as incredible. The RC Beach Resort provided an oasis of solitude where I could unwind under the palm trees' shade and take in the peace of my surroundings. With its pristine waters and exhilarating water sports, the Tingson Beach Resort provided the ideal setting for a getaway.
charm that captured my attention in its own particular way. There was nowhere better to unwind from the stresses of life, to take a seat and enjoy the fresh air, to watch the waves pound the shore, or maybe even to fall asleep in a hammock between two trees.
My stomach started to growl as the day drew on, alerting me that it was time to savor Cadiz's delectable cuisine. I went into the busy metropolis to check out the food scene, and I wasn't let down. The air was filled with the smells of freshly prepared food, drawing me to several eateries.
It was a feast for the senses to eat in Cadiz. I was drawn to the charming cafésand restaurants dotted across the cityby the scent of herbs and spices in the air. The warm, personal ambiance of Cafe Rizz Secret Garden with its greenery and fairy lights provided an ethereal atmosphere that gave me the impression that I had been transported to a mythical place. I also enjoyed the loud commotion of Tito Rud's Restaurant in which every spot had its own special appeal. Now, a seafood lover's dream comes true, Seaside Cafe served plates of delectable crabs, juicy clams, and luscious shrimp. Hence, my taste buds were dancing with joy as I savored the flavors of the ocean as I devoured each bite of the fresh seafood at Seaside Cafe. What’s more, the Coffee Boss' thick, aromatic coffee, which was the ideal pick-me-up, had me in caffeine bliss as I savored the ideal mug of coffee, made with love and care.
Moreover, I was amazed by more than simply the upscale eateries. Even the quick food restaurants in Cadiz had their own distinctive Filipino twist, which made me want more. Another hidden gem was the Terrace Garden Restaurant, which provided a breathtaking perspective of the city when I dined. Even some of the fast food restaurants in Cadiz had unique regional flavors and menu items that I had never tried before.
As if that weren't enough, who could forget about the Yeah Mon Shack, an enticing and eccentric restaurant that provided the best burgers and fries I had ever experienced? In Cadiz, eating was more than just a means of subsistence; it was a celebration of culture, community, and a way of life. It provided an opportunity to interact with the people and witness their love of and pride in their cuisine. Every nibble was a trip, an exploration, and a thrill. No matter where I went in the world, I was confident that I would always treasure my memories of the tastes and smells of Cadiz.
As an added bonus, my alma mater, Philippine Normal University-Visayas, has an especially prominent spot in my heart. As a four-year-old with wide eyes, I entered its hallways knowing that this would be a place where I would make priceless memories.
I grew close to my classmates throughout the years and I still communicate with a number of them today. Together, we experienced the highs and lows of school life while also laughing, crying, and supporting one another. But more than simply, my classmates appealed to the exceptional nature of my tenure at PNU-Visayas. Another important aspect of my experience was the teachers. Along with teaching, they served as friends, mentors, and role models. The teachers were always willing to offer me their time and attention when I stayed after school to ask questions and get guidance.
Naturally, not all of my experiences at PNU-Visayas were pleasant. There were moments when I had trouble with my schooling, felt excluded, or had personal problems that had an impact on how I performed. However, the institution's network of support remained constant despite these trying times.
My peers and teachers were always willing to lend a sympathetic ear, a helpful hand, or words of support. When I reflect on my time at PNU-Visayas, I see how significantly it influenced who I am today. From my preschool years through the day I graduated from junior high school up until I entered senior high school, I have made lifelong memories and gained many important life skills that haveinfluenced my progress as well as my growth. It helped me understand the significance of endurance, hard work, and community. It also demonstrated to me that despite difficulties, I could draw strength and encouragement from others around me. And it gave me a proclivity for studying that has persisted with me ever since.
In all its essence, traveling is a lot like being a student at PNU-Visayas in a lot of ways. It exposes us to new environments, communities, and lifestyles, widening our horizons and enriching our world comprehension. The experiences we have whent raveling can stick with us for years to come, molding us in ways we might not even be aware of, much likemy time in school left an irreparable effect on my life.
As I marvel at the wonders of travel, I can’t help but be in awe of the exceptional encounters it can bring. It's comparable to a key that opensa secret passageway to a realm full of enigmas, unanticipated events, and escapades that are yet to be unearthed. It is liberating to leave our familiar environments and immerse ourselves in a strange culture— we set ourselves free from the restraints of our regular lives, our everyday lives, and even our internal problems; we give ourselves
permission to be open to novel experiences, to be vulnerable, and to accept what is unfathomable.
On top of that, travel awakens usto the broad spectrum of humanity. Around the world, there are numerous diverse cultures, traditions, and lifestyles. We come to understand that, despite our differences, we learn to embrace the beauty of diversity. The memories that are made while traveling, though, are what makes it unforgettable. We will always remember the timeswe spend with the people we meet, the places we encounter, and the encounters that we have that are etched in our hearts forever—they form a part of who we are and help us become the individuals we are striving to be. And no matter where we go in life, these memories will stay with us, reminding us of the beauty of the world and the beauty within ourselves.
An island embedded with numerous distinctive sceneries and seascapes to discover. It has mountainous topography, islands, and beaches with fine creamy sand with emerald green waters. A beautiful island province located in the Western Visayas, Guimaras. It is situated between Panay and Negros Occidental, the two largest islands in the Gulf of Panay.
I treasure those memories since they were such a great moment in my life. I can sense the joy in the atmosphere, especially as we prepared to board the boat. The view from a boat watching the ocean kissed the sky is so breathtaking that I felt like my serotonin levels were up. As soon as we reached the Guimaras, I could hear the peaceful murmur of the ocean's waves and feel the fine creamy sand between my toes. The sand is like a golden blanket waiting for us to sunbathe and I can smell the salty air. Every time I saw where the boat landed, my jaw dropped.
The beach was like the local water cooler when we were there because most residents were swimming there with their families and friends and the beach was only a few steps from my aunt's house. The breeze blowing against my face let me realize that this island has incentives for visitors, such as beautiful beaches and vibrant people. My cousins used to tell me that they frequently visited the beach next to my aunt's house and that it always made them happy. At the time, I can remember feeling the same way.
We attended their well-known Manggahan Festival. Every year in May, five municipalities (Buenavista, Jordan, Nueva Valencia, San Lorenzo, and Sibunag) celebrate the Manggahan Festival, a cultural, agricultural, and food festival. It was more enjoyable than I had expected and locals offered us the chance to experience the sweetness of the hailed fruit. I tasted a variety of mango products made by the residents.
There was so much food that it filled the whole house and blasted flavors in my mouth.
We tried the "Mango-all-you-can" activity, which is the most delightful event you may find at this celebration. For only one hundred pesos, you can register and enter the area filled with various mango foods and delicacies. We had a total of thirty minutes to go around and eat everything we would like to eat. After eating all their refreshing and sweet delicacies, my stomach felt like it was going to burst into flames.
After delighting in the festivities, we traveled to Alubihod Beach. Although it may not have the fine, white sand of the beaches in Boracay or Palawan, it nonetheless has its own fascination. We sat, unwinded, rented a bike to tour the island or hopped on a boat to see adjacent attractions, all of which are exquisite in their own way due to the beach's cream-colored
shoreline, blue-tinged waves, and rock formations. We went to several of the popular islands' attractions, including Natago Beach, Tatlong Pulo Beach, and Lagdon Beach. They are all covered in fine white sand, green blue beach and mesmerizing scenery.
Traveling to the Island of Guimaras took us 3-4 hours. Although the trip was complicated and tiring, the islands kept the trip from being monotonous for me. Enjoyment would be an understatement to describe how I felt throughout the whole trip. I've been to Guimaras Island a lot, yet its beaut never fails to move me. It's like falling in love with its bewitching beauty all over again, every time you visit this enticing tourist destination.
We are all storytellers. We all live in a network of stories. There isn't a stronger connection between people than storytelling. Jimmy
Let’s face it, meeting a friend for the first time can be an exciting and a nerve-wracking experience. Especially for me when I started my journey in senior high school, I was nervous as some of my high school friends weren't on the same strand as me. However, never did I expect I would meet the people that will have a special place in my heart forever.
Out of excitement, I scrolled through the class list to see if I knew someone, but to no luck, I was met with otherwise. When classes started, everyone immediately formed their groups and made acquaintances, I was anxious as I didn't know anyone. But that feeling faded away when I approached Pearl, as she was one of the first people I got along with in our class. I was happy that I got to make friends and even happier when she added
me to a group chat full of wonderful people that later on became my best friends.
Frankly at first, it felt awkward. However, that sense of uneasiness slipped when we got to show our crazy sides. We talked about different things like how our activities went, who we liked, how we disliked the subject, and such. Little did I realize we were already forming a bond, a bond for keeps. Thankfully, we got along really well despite the diversity of our personalities.
Months passed and we finally decided to meet up. The anticipation of finally meeting someone you have been talking to online or over the phone can create a range of emotions. I was ecstatic to know that my friends are visiting the city so we can spend the day and have fun. Some of them lived far off from the city so it was decided
approaches, feelings of excitement and nervousness start to build up. Different emotions got unto me as I felt anxious about how I look, felt curious about how they really look, excited as we will finally meet, and conscious of how they'll perceive me as.
Finally, the day arrived and it was time to meet them personally for the first time. All the feelings that built up washed away when the first thing I did when I met them was to embrace them. The feeling was filled with warmth and happiness and it felt like we knew each other our whole lives when in fact it was the first time we met personally. We did different activities throughout the day like having lunch together, going around the mall, and the best part was exchanging gifts. We were unprepared but we figured that we would pick a name from the folded papers with our names on it and buy a gift for that person only within thirty minutes.
That moment was really unforgettable and it still makes me smile up to this date. As we spent time together, it became clear that our bond and connection were strong. And when it was time to give the gift as part of our Secret Santa game, I gave a friend a box of chocolate and a coffee cup and I got earrings I'd been eyeing from Therese. As the sun went down, the fruitful day ended with smiles and goodbyes. It was one of the
The memories from our past are woven into the fabric of our present like threads. They build us, lead us, and help us become the individuals we are. The threads are not always as delicate for other people, though—they leave wounds that heal slowly, are cruel, and are pointy. And as I sit here, mired in memories of my early years, I can feel the sting of those threads, each of which serves as a reminder of the hardships and disappointments that have characterized my life.
I let out a whimper while a sense of betrayal rocked my mind to the very core as my beloved grandmother left me at age 4. My grandfather, who sang the Mona Lisa to me as I slept, passed away right after I turned 7. My parents, younger brother, and I moved five times to different places since my aunt’s shouting, yelling, ranting, screaming, and criticizing were enough to tell us that she wanted us out of the family house, whereas we had nowhere to go. In 3rd grade, a need
to hide or flee superseded all else within me, for some of my classmates started rumors and muttered unkind things because of their bitterness as I entered a high rank in our class. In 5th grade, five anesthetics and three stitches struck my arms as I underwent outpatient surgery. For a long enough time that I had to lead a good life, I was criticized for having a face that is bounded by acne—I was mocked, ridiculed, and condemned. I've been plagued by the weight of these occurrences in a way that I can't seem to get rid of. It gives the impression that there is a gloomy cloud above me, casting a shadow over everything I do. Yet, I've learned to persevere despite everything. I've discovered that life is not always fair and that we occasionally get dealt a bad hand; however, it is up to us to choose how to play that hand.
For me, life was extremely challenging. I started to have a good one but felt that maybe I had become unlucky. Howbeit, those
challenges didn’t stop me from flying as high as I could and if I could. Even though I always have tears streaming down my face as I sleep, I wiped them and smiled as I woke up, remembering how my grandparents told me that I am beautiful. As we moved through different destinations, I considered those moments to be memorable, believing that every time we moved, it represented a new journey and a new beginning. My parents do not have work because, after they worked, they spent their lives in charge of the family house, looking out for my cousin with poliomyelitis and my grandparents. When my parents were able to have a home of our own, even if I saw them holding back a scream or crying because cents were the only thing left in their bank accounts, I started looking out for our sari-sari store and started loading business to be of help to my parents.
As some were busy worrying and criticizing me for what I am, I was busy thinking about what could I do for our little family when even my younger brother is already as naughty as he is. I was stressed trying to find a little purpose to ignite within me. I was devastated because I felt that I could not afford to dream even just about the little things.
I was lonely because I started losing my confidence to shine brighter like glimmering stars that I wished to hold on to. Truth be told, I was ashamed, for there were times that I thought about how unlucky I am to think about earning a penny, about the reason that I was not able to have a dream as it requires financial capacity, and about giving up as I do not know if I could still be tolerant enough as a young girl who just wants to enjoy life like others do instead of living and worrying like an adult.
Despite the many immense challenges that life had thrown my way, I had a fire inside of me that could not be put out. I had a deep-seated hope that motivated me to keep moving forward in spite of everything. I didn't want to let my circumstances define who I am or what I can be. Instead, I saw each setback as a chance to improve myself, learn new things, and be stronger. Even though it was difficult and there were times when I wanted to give up, I overcame my discouragement. Instead, I clung tenaciously to the hope that things would turn around, that I would discover my place in the world, and that my difficulties would eventually and finally make sense.
school’s student government, became an officer inside our classroom, and participated in different kinds of extracurricular endeavors. My life had also revolved around my studies— seeking academic validation— but eventually, I fell in love with it. I became a curious girl who wanted to become an empowered woman and to know more about life. I made my parents proud of me for being an active citizen of the country, even though I was and am still a student.
I ran into a lot of roadblocks as I carried on with my ambitions. There were times when I wanted to give up, but I forced myself to remember the obstacles I already surmounted. I discovered that failure is just a stepping stone on the road to success, not the end. I learned to appreciate the growth and development process as I realized it takes time and work to become phenomenal.
Learning new things, getting to know new people, and seeing other ways of life were all exciting to me. My experiences have taught me that life is full of surprises, and it is my responsibility to take action on them at all times. On top of that, those who continued to believe in me, even those who discouraged me, were my biggest motivation and inspiration. And as long as there is one person who is proud of who and what I am, I will continue to improve my gifts and serve as a beacon of hope. And so, I keep challenging myself to become a better version of me, stepping out of my comfort zone, and encouraging others to do the same.
As I went on my journey, I realized that life is about creating new possibilities. I began to perceive things differently and saw that there are many opportunities in the world. I started to assess new possibilities, took my chances, and overcame my worries, for I was aware that only by this could I experience true growth. I grew more self-assured and confident with each new experience. I came to understand that the secret to living a happy life is to enjoy every moment, no matter where it can lead us. And when I reflected on my history, I saw that despite my flaws, my family had given me the fortitude and resiliency to deal
with whatever comes in my way. The most crucial lesson they taught me was to constantly keep going forward, no matter what, and to never give up on yourself. And I will always be grateful for that.
In some ways, one's family is the one who forgets. But sometimes I think about how understanding is a great tool. In the end, what will help us overcome the trials of life is not only the brain but also the people who will hold our hands and never let us go. The people who will never leave us and will face any trial by our side through all the pain and joy; furthermore, I muse that decisions, not life conditions, determine people's destinies—it is not what happens now or what happened in the past that determines who a person really is. Instead, decisions about what to focus on, and what to do with these things wil predetermine your destiny.
In light of this, I am reminded of the transience of existence as the sun sets on another day. Everything in this world is ephemeral, so we should value each and every second we have. I inhale deeply, allowing the cool evening air to fill my lungs. These are the times when I feel at peace when all appears to slow down and I can fully enjoy the beauty around me.
I'm appreciative of the people in my life and the experiences that have helped me become the person I am today. I feel at ease and content as I observe the way the sky's hues meld together. It serves as a constant reminder to enjoy the small things in life and to slow down in to appreciate the our living paradise.
Hence, these things I learned gave me strength to help me move forward and overcome whatever happens next. I realized that it is indeed important to help oneself for if I don't stand up on my own, then how will I lead others to become agents of change? I became an embodiment of strength, versatility, and compassion—I became a living testimony that even as waves pulled ashore, I crawled out of the waters against them. I came to a realization that it might provide a sense of emancipation, especially for those who wish to breathe deeply. Having someone by our side— family, friend, life partner, or even anyone—who will continue to affirm everything is possible, is just a bonus.
Ergo, we can find the courage to move forward, to forge our own pathways, and to leave our own imprint with hamili—the capacity to embrace and accept both the boons and banes in life. Let's welcome life with wide arms and never lose sight of how priceless each moment is.
The way we experience the world around us is a direct reflection of the world within us.
Gabrielle Bernstein
Labels. Assurance. Relationships.
Do unsettling thoughts about these complicated concepts ultimately provoke you into thinking: what’s the worst that could happen? I, for one, can attest to that.
In hindsight, labeling a nuanced disposition that emerges unannounced between two people falling head over heels for each other is a myth. Friends? Not really. Lovers? Possibly. Strangers? Well, not anymore. The status quo: No matter the putative tags and terms of parallel relationships, certainty is barely running on a graveyard schedule.
When gambling on love, the tension of craving assurance is rooted in a longing for a grouned commitment. Until then, everything is a netherworld
between you and your inamorata. Ergo, when the only certainty depends on when both parties will opt to level up rather than remain eye-candy status, the strife gets signifacantly overwhelming. Not to mention the expectations of descriptive labels, such as the infamous ‘real deal’ scenario. Despite all the lingering uncertainties, believe me when I say less drama goes hand in hand with less exclusiveness.
Contrary to the standards of setting an equilibrium of souls that accord, it’s usually a lot to ask, and a little too much to take in. When the elephant in the room asks, “Are we even a thing?” , anxiety and reluctance to fill the void of the lingering affirmation tend to dominate my consciousness immediately afterward. But before I can say knife, the omnipresent “whatifs,” insistent “what is,” and the
volatile “what will be” haunt my current situation—leaving me with nothing but remorse, reflection, and worry.
The unsettling thought shifts once more: Would settling a score really be worth the risk, considering the times I have drowned in a cup of whiskey and regret? Perhaps, maybe not.
Regardless of how sincere the other person appears in hopes of receiving a leap of faith, I grow dependent on “what-ifs” serving as vanguards of eventual mistakes. The trauma of gyrating in the same motion all over again, needless to say, suffocates me. In due course of contemplating these mis takes, “what if” turns into “what is”—serving as the affirmations of my inevitable questioning. The uncanny dilemma of it all, however, is how it concludes.
philosopher such as myself.
When nothing is assured, everything is quite possible. If playing safe means saving my sanity before everything reaches its denouement, then
Arare type of heartbreak, derived from what may have been but never was, is the heartbreak of the love that never happened—a kind of love that only lives in our thoughts, one that we create by filling in the blanks with our aspirations and wishes. When it crumbles, we are left to reflect on what might have been and lament the loss of unfulfilled love.
Love and springtime have always gone hand in hand. Birds chirping, butterflies soaring, and people falling head over heels in love are all clichés of the season. People discover and unearth seasons, and count days all through this time. People start to imagine what it might be like to fall head over heels in love when the concept of love is glorified. But occasionally, no matter how much one wants it, love just doesn't unfold. Many and
most people fall in love for the first time when they are either too young or rather old. The emotions you have for that person are fervid and uncontrollable, permeating the entire surface of the earth just like the atmosphere that girdles around them—it's a love that carries with them like a radiant beam of light, a direct line running parallel to their heart.
Nevertheless, what happens if that love never comes to fruition? If just fragments of memories are left and one's life begins to center around someone who was never truly theirs to begin with. A special form of sadness might result from a love that never materialized. Thoughts of what might have been are like phantom whispers that accompany a person everywhere it goes—they plague them with visions of what might have
happened if circumstances had been different or if fortune had been more forgiving. Sadness over a potential love that never happened might feel like an unbearable burden— like trying to grab something you can see but have trouble getting your hands on. A person may feel lost and alone as a result of their unfulfilled desire for a relationship that's never even materialized.
Sometimes the weight of what might have been is so great that it feels suffocating. One's heart may feel like it is under a heavy burden as a result of the anguish of an unfulfilled love. It's as if a dream were stolen from you, leaving you with a hollow sense of grief and disappointment. The mind is overrun with possibilities, leading to a persistent agony that never seems to go away—
it’s like a huge, unbridgeable hole in the soul. The intense yearning for something that was never really genuinely possessed can leave one feeling confused and skeptical of themselves. Whilst grief can be so overwhelming that it keeps a person up at night and in a permanent state of yearning and sorrow— a heartbreak that rips open deep wounds and may never completely heal.
At its core, it is human nature per se to crave change and a new reality, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. We long for a cosmic change that will knock us off our feet and completely alter our lives; however, it can be disheartening to realize that this kind of uprising might never occur. It is just like being helpless to halt or alter a robust storm as it passes by.
Yet, when the clouds have cleared, we are able to see the earth clearly for the first time, much like the constellations. Even though we are powerless to change the past or the course of the universe, the present can nonetheless be filled with beauty and meaning. It serves as a great reminder that despite enduring heartache and disappointment, we can still find happiness and purpose in our lives. Who knows? We might even stumble into an entirely novel type of love that we had never imagined.
Concomitantly, the result of two people running into each other is unexpected. They might discover that they are getting closer than they ever imagined, merging to form one, and creating something new and beautiful.
On the other side, they can run into each other and wreck each other, leaving a trail of suffering and misery in their wake. We risk upsetting this delicate equilibrium every time we let someone into our lives. Even if it means denying the prospect of something higher, we cling to what we already know, what is cozy, and what is familiar. But if we are prepared to make that leap, to set aside our assumptions, and to embrace the unknown, we might find a world of limitless potential, a place where we can develop, change, and be shaped into something even more extraordinary than we could have ever envisioned.
In essence, the need for unfulfilled love is comparable to a melody that lingers in our minds— an elusive melody that we are
never able to fully grasp. We can nearly taste the rose's bittersweet perfume, but we can never truly appreciate it. The human heart is a tricky, erratic instrument that is subject to change and the environment. More often than not, we tend to isolate ourselves from others and refuse to see the connection that exists between us and them. However, there is still hope even in the middle of heartache and disappointment. Despite the harsh truths of life, joy and significance can still be discovered—just like a flower that blossoms in the desert. The unfulfilled love may be a forgotten hope, but it also serves as a reminder of the beauty and frailty of the human heart.
The love that never happened can be both a blessing and a curse; whereas, it could turn into a voracious appetite that consumes us and makes us oblivious to the reality of life. We risk missing out on the real connections that are right in front of us because we become too obsessed with our idealized conception of love. Contrarily, this illicit affection might give us hope and lead us to consider fresh alternatives— it can serve as a potent reminder that love and hope can endure
despite dismal disappointments and heartaches, and regardless of our best efforts, we often have no control over how our lives will turn out. Thereupon, we can find comfort in the knowledge that we are capable of intense love and passion, even in the face of grief and disappointment. An unfulfilled love's agony can serve as a growth-promoting stimulant by enticing us to look for fresh opportunities and investigate new modes of connection. In turn, a love that never happened can ultimately serve as a monument to the human spirit's tenacity and our potential for optimism and healing.
In the midst of it all, sometimes we have to recognize that the one who got away was never really ours, even though it hurts to let go. We might cling to the past and the what-ifs, but we also need to create room for fresh opportunities and new loves. And who knows, perhaps in the future we will reflect on the "one that got away" with feelings of gratitude for the lessons they provided for us and the doors they unlocked. Life is a journey, after all, and often the most romantic love stories are the ones that never happened.
Krisya Jdulya Horvidalla
They said that our first love dispels our myths about fairytales and that our second shows us to ourselves, and that our third is often unexpected. Or is it really the third time is a charm?
In the world of love, it is often said that the third time is a charm. This phrase refers to the idea that sometimes it takes multiple attempts at finding love before finally succeeding. This sentiment is echoed in many classic love stories, where the characters must first overcome obstacles and heartbreak before ultimately finding their happily ever after. And I guess it goes the same for me. The first time I entered a relationship, I was naive, I thought that all things will go well just because we loved each other. But I was wrong. It started fun, feeling all the excitement but before we knew it, it was all going downhill and
that’s when I knew its something that cannot be saved. I realized that we were not meant for each other. Cliche it may sound but we were young and we were learning from experience. The moment I got out of it, I was already crossing another line to my next destination. The second time was fine. It was calm and chill, I felt a connection but not the connection of romance. It was as if a line is consistent and not moving. And it ended with both parties waving goodbye for the last time. Then that hit me, what is it that I am trying to find? Is the other piece of me missing? Do I really need to pursue the oh-so-called love with someone?
When I entered a new stage in my life, I was expecting nothing, I want nothing more than me finding myself and
understanding it better. I gained friends, lose some, learned skills, and moved on. Things were going smoothly for me. And as they say, the third time’s the unexpected. The song, “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift was the definition of how we first met and got together. It was like water that trickled down quietly and after not so long, I realized I was already passionate about the person that I envision my future with. I felt comfortable, I felt the excitement, and even felt the stress that was caused by such misunderstandings. It was balanced. When there were good times, there were also bad times that challenges our bond. Without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn't be standing here so tall. And here we are, still together passionate, and committed with each other. I learned a lot of things from
fixing our toxic behavior and supporting one another to grow better. I am a better person than I was in the past and a work-in process that aims to be the best version not only for myself but for my partner. A story that is still progressing with each day's chapters being unfolded. A future no one knows what will happen, frightened I may be but having someone I can lean on relieves me. I hope the third time’s a charm, three times 'cause I waited my whole life
MARIE E ROSOS
