In our existence, the genesis of human life gives us that mysterious question, “What makes us human?” The day we first cried after our mother has given birth to us; the moment we started to walk and learned to stand again no matter how many times we fall; and the time we started wanting what we want to become someday – a dream has been founded.
The cycle of life taught us that fulfilling our dreams weren’t as easy as expected. The eternal thought that keeps us anxious whether someday we will reach the state of accomplishment remains unclear. Yet despite life’s uncertainties, the certain passion that triggers us to pursue them surely outstands the hurdles along the road. The drive to course the unsure path is neglected by human mind; and the light of perseverance serves as the guide to reach the end of the victorious road. All things said, it makes a dream powerful.
We let our parents dream for us; we let other people indirectly influence what to dream about; and we let ourselves ponder what our dreams are truly made of. The intersection of different dreams made in our existence creates an overlapping point. A point that offers a message to the world that dreams are not selfish, it is meant to be shared.
We have our own dreams in life but do we have dreams for others? What if one day, the dreams we have steadfastly worked for were all ruined in a sudden.
November 2013, the dreams of my people were tested – homes destroyed, families longing for loved ones, and properties entirely washed out. In the place where my people learned to dream became a frame of grief, despair and misery. Haiyan tested us all.
Most of the areas devastated by supertyphoon Haiyan were located in the Central Visayas and one of the provinces hit by the typhoon was my province, Samar. It’s a 4-hour drive from Tacloban City and fortunately gained a slight damage. Right after the incident, I went to Tacloban to initiate relief efforts in aid for the immediate needs of the typhoon victims. There, I witnessed how miserable the situation of my fellow countrymen was. Almost everyone was in line in every relief missions of the government and other international organizations. There was no electricity and mere candles served as their light, no clean water and all government operations were down. I thought it was the end of the world.
I have witnessed how my people were resilient over the odds brought by the unwanted tragedy. The strength they have showed to the world was incomparable and the ability to smile again to regain what they have lost was unbelievable.
Magkahiusa means “To Unite”, a Visayan word that calls for action. A word full of significance as it illustrates unity among people. I have also witnessed how the world helped my country and my people, however, I think our role as a global citizen never ends – it is a responsibility we have for humanity.
Dreams were shattered; giving my people enough reasons to give up how maybe life has become unfair to them. However, as young individuals, for awhile let’s realize that our dreams are other people’s dreams too.
I have a dream. You have a dream. We all have a dream. Sharing a dream with others makes us human.