Patriot.
I never considered myself a patriot. Filipino was the subject that I could fail. Tagalog movies and OPM rarely appealed to my taste. My reading the dailies was not meant to care but was merely a part of that “slightly economist upbringing” I had. And even if it merited the headlines, the country’s political affairs were the least of my concerns.

The last few days, I jolted out of myself. I was eager and defiant about saving the country. I was tearfully frustrated at some people’s loose thinking of choosing their leaders. I was dismayed to mad at how scarred idealism was. On the one hand, I was fighting the urge to give up. I was hopeful and idealistic and brave. For the first time in my life, I felt how it is to stand for something or someone you believe in. Even if the bandwagon believes otherwise, I didn’t shrink, I stayed afloat.

Yesterday, reality was starting to sink in --- uggh! Very cruel --- how easily reality can just throw away everything. I’m yielding to reality but my belief.

For now, I’m just glad that even for just a few days, I became a patriot somehow. Until then.