One of the many things I've learned in CONTESTS:
"VICTORY is not always in being the champion but in knowing that you gave your best."
Just a week ago was our U-Week and I was one of the folk dancers representing my batch. We have been through a lot since our Nursing Fun Days, including controversies and a few letters of appeal or something to claim what we know we deserve. We were hailed as the winner and thus represented our college. For the U-Week, there's another issue, and big obstacles came our way. One of which was the depression of our trainer (the choreographer of Tribu Paghidaet during the Iloilo Dinagyang). Dinagyang had just concluded and we assumed he was depressed because they won 1st place behind Tribu Pan-ay, knowing that they were the defending champion. In short, we had no super practice.
Our dance was sort of suicide, I don't know with you but within us, there's tension and all those stage dramas that come with competitions. Someday I'll talk to you about my 'folk dance career' especially for those who can't seem to connect with me with the depth of this folk dance thing.
To cut the long story short, we didn't win but my fellow folk dancers were so happy, especially when we got into the backstage shortly after the exit of our dance. For them, it was the best dance of their life. They didn't care if we win or lose, what's important is that they feel happy dancing in the stage.
Then I reflected with my feelings. I know I should have rejoiced like them too. But I was really disappointed, maybe with our trainer, maybe with the circumstances, maybe with the lack of support from our college... What I'm disappointed at the most is myself because I know it wasn't the best dance of my life, not that I didn't enjoy dancing with them but knowing that I should have been better.
I didn't give my best.
I could have been one with them rejoicing, win or lose.
I could have felt victory.
I could also have felt dancing the best dance of my life.
One of the many things I've learned from my MOTHER:
“You can’t hurry people.”
This stemmed from those days when I was entering my mother's room early in the morning, all dressed up for school while she was curling asleep in bed. I would wake her up and holding a paper on one hand and a pen in the other, asking for his signature in the waiver. I would be counting the seconds because I will already be late. She would move slowly and scold me not to hurry her. That I should have let her sign it the night before. That it was not her fault that I just let her sign that moment, not her fault if I will be late.
You should not hurry Manong Driver when he stops over to pick passengers just because you will be late for school.
You should not hurry the cashier/teller for slowly processing your stuff.
You should not hurry the jurors to validate your questionnaire because the deadline for submission of the research final draft is nearing and you still have to conduct.
You should not hurry love because you might make mistakes.
You should not hurry time because you might miss on small but important events.
One of the many things I've learned in COLLEGE:
“It’s not always your fault.”
This is one IMPORTANT lesson I have learned.
I was once the person who, even when I'm not the one reprimanded, feels guilty for it.
It seems like I always feel I also contribute to the misdeed.
But now I've learned that it's not always you who made the mistake... even if YOU are the one scolded.
It could be that your teacher was just moody or power tripping...
It could be that the member of the panel was holding a grudge against your research adviser who criticized her own supervisory group...
It could be that you were just a trash bin of his insecurities and disappointments in life...
It could be that they are just finding someone to blame...
If he/she sees you, then you can't do anything...
...except let the reprimand pass into your one ear then past another, then into thin air.
One of the many things I've learned about INSECURITIES:
“You should not want to be like others.”
I have once wished I would be like Miss A, she was so pretty and many admire her.
I have once wished I would be like Miss B, she's such a perfect friend who was always there.
I have once wished I would be like Miss C, so sophisticated, so smart.
I have once wished I would be like Mr. A, talented, popular, role-model.
I don't want to be Miss A, she now wears very thick make up.
I don't want to be Miss B, close minded and speaks without reason.
I don't want to be like Miss C, spoiled-brat and alone.
I don't want to be like Mr. A, he had some "nakatagong baho" that I recently knew of.
In short, be proud about yourself, for being YOU.
You just don't know, secretly, there are some people who also wants to be like you.
One of the many things I've learned about IDENTITIES:
“You can’t know someone through their Facebook.”
Whenever you update your Facebook, she is present in your wall.
Either she had uploaded somethings, had a new status, or had made a fun comment on someone else's whatsoever.
You will think she's this wacky person, fun, witty.
The truth is, I know her for real, and she was different when in person.
I admit I also have an online identity.
I think most of us has, not that I'm against it or something.
My point is, there are people who goes gaga about this person because of what they had 'stalked' in this person's FB.
FYI, that's just a part of her/him.
You don't know him/her totally.