Archie Galang

I once dedicated this blog to a particular person, but now I've realized, this blog was never for that person, this blog is for me.

 I have this memory, as a child. I was lost in a market, running around crying, looking for my mom. I just kept crying, drawing attention to myself. I ran and ran, and people stared. The more people stared, the more I cried. I felt so alone. I thought I was going to be lost forever, never to find my mom. This was truly the darkest feeling I ever felt.

Sometimes, I relive that feeling in reality. That feeling of being lost, judged, mistaken, misunderstood. But to end that story, I found my mom eventually. I always find a way out. I always find myself and I always realize that that lost boy conquered all, and became stronger. That is the little bit of hope I posses. And hope is strong, just like the spirit.

 I am me, and I will find a way out. -archie