Let me start by saying, wow.
It's been 2 years since I have last written on this blog and 4 years since I have been an active blogger.
I have revisited this from time to time and it never failed to make me smile.
I am glad I started this.
It brings back lots of amazing memories,
not only the ones I have written but also the phases in my life behind every post.
I want to give my 21 year old self a big warm hug for reminding this 25 year old of how I was once so hopeful and full of enthusiasm for almost everything.
Let me whisper this to you 2012 and 2014 Ronida,
"You'll be just as fine as you prayed for every single night before you go to sleep in that ratan bed in your dark and gloomy room in Mission Road.
You'll get over those nights when you're locked out from your boarding house and had to sleep in Don Benito chapel.
You'll get to love those curls and would stop wanting to have them rebonded.
You'll be proud of how you braved the dark running across WVSU's field at 2am to sleep inside Forum-Dimensions and how you sprinted alone downtown at midnight and reveled on girls in miniskirts in that club called Hotlegs.
You'll realize how the streets, buildings and even the people are different in Makati, Eastwood and Cubao than the ones you've known in Pototan, Jaro and La Paz.
You'll leave a part of yourself in Luzon.
You'll learn to let him go, that first love, that first kiss and you'll be just as happy as you have always been before the heartbreak.
Don't be anxious. This is your 25 year old self telling you you'll get there. Keep your head high and your spirit unbroken. Love yourself everyday. I love you every single day."
And hey, 25 year old self,
be as brave and kind as you've always been.
You'll get there too.
