The Cycle

My desire to visit Mindanao sprung in my young heart with constant exposure to progressive songs during my childhood. I personally wanted a real experience of Mindanao, not just in a tourist state, but in a fellow state.

The luxury of sitting down with media facilities everyday gave me an "opportunity" to witness the miserable state in Mindanao area. War broke again in the land of promises.

The present war in Mindanao led me to tears, and constant distress. There's nothing new in it. It is still a fight for territory, rights, identity and recognition. It goes on for days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries. It is tiring for both the audience and participants. Indeed, it is a tiring journey and struggle awarded from generation to generation. The actors and actresses change but the strivings are the same; plus-minus the lives that were laid in exchange.

I hope the next capping of guns would be the end...Well it is just my hope, it may not happen but at least I hoped and prayed for it...

I've seen the rapid and intense fluidity in this world, and if one's faith is not anchored in a solid ground, the self simply breaks away. God made known Himself to me as my rock, my sure foundation.