i could not count. . .

i could not count the number of houses i stayed back in elementary,

i could not count how many meals i skipped or how many typical porridge and dried fish i had as meals before going to school and even going to bed.

this happened due to the misfortunes i had in life...

i could not count how many tears i shed for not having money for snacks at school and even fare for riding a jeepney...

i could not count how many kilometers i walked to and from school...

i could not count how many times i failed, i hurt, i wept for not having you by my side...

i could not count how many times i asked you to stay and be with me...

i could not count how many times i asked God to back me up, to catch me every time i fall..

and i could not count how many times i said "Thank you God"

while dreaming is boundless i think we should not stop in doing such because it is through this that we open the portal to the inner us.

keep dreaming my friend....