Endorphins

For the past month, our group has trudged through the thickets that is Barangay 813. The supposedly 4 to 5-hour morning duties become a day-long affair: morning, afternoon and evening, as well. This went on for days after days, exhausting what is left of our sickly and sleep-deprived brains and soul-dehydrated bodies. A knock on the door, a friendly invitation and an eternity of waiting. What awaits would either break your heart into even more pieces or would mend some part of it; "'Huwag na lang, nagta-trabaho pa ako" and "Sige, pasok ka. Upo ka lang dyan" respectively. 


One by one, we ventilated our feelings of exhaustion. Of hardship. Of giving-up. A point came when we all decided to weigh our options of leaving this forsaken life we'd put ourselves into. We never wanted to prolong the suffering. We want an end to this. We want a path towards freedom. We just want to rest.


What really pushed us to our limits is that one person who decided to tear our hearts, shred our spirits and drag our bodies. That same person knew everything what she was doing, lucid if you may. And we are thankful that she was at that time. We were blinded of our own shortcomings and whatever is happening around us that we failed to see her objectives. This failure led to tumultuous whispering and hushed complaints. Soon, this flaw of humanity shall be shed and out will come a renewed and matured minds of Arribba. 


From counting days with bitterness, we counted days with sadness. Bitterness brought by the blinded path we were walking; sadness brought by the short period of time we have to spend changing this community. 


Now the last day had come and the energy was rushing through every vessel of our body. Supplying us with perpetual energy that we needed. We have indeed reaped what we have sown. Everything that we have sacrificed were all worth it. Then came the talk. The talk that drove the stake that killed our non-forgiving hearts and showed us what she had to do was what really has to be done.


Words fleeted through the air, leaving my brain to catch every one of them but my heart has recorded everything about it, from the infinitesimal vocal nuances to the mind-blowing meaning of what has been said. Everything has been kept and shall be forever cherished. 


March 17, 2012 shall be forever remembered. 813, you shall be missed. Arribba, you shall be forever treasured. Endorphins, you shall be forever associated to that great Goddess that has forever changed our lives. 


Happy association is happy, indeed. 

Arribba!!!!!!!!!!!!!!