When We Finally Looked Up

‎‎Libre ang mangarap. Ngunit hindi kailan man naging libre ang abutin ito para sa isang taong hindi biniyayaan ng pribilehiyo.
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‎Zeriah was a dreamer in its rawest form. Laging may apoy sa dibdib na hindi kayang patayin ng realidad. She craved success the way drowning people crave air. So she rose. Higher than fear. Higher than doubt. Higher than what she was told she could survive.
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‎But no one ever warned her what it meant to fall after learning how to fly.
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‎Sa bawat hampas ng hangin, sa bawat sugat ng pag-asa, doon niya natutunang ang mundo ay hindi lang maganda, ito rin ay marunong manakit. Malawak ito, oo. Ngunit hindi lahat ng espasyo ay ligtas para sa mga tulad niyang pilit lumilipad nang walang sapat na pakpak.
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‎And somehow, in the chaos of falling and flying, a man named Zachary became her ground.
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‎He did not mistake her falling for weakness, nor her ambition for something that needed to be tamed. He was not there to rescue her dreams-he was there to make sure she would never have to face them alone.
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‎Because when we finally looked up, we realized the sky was never meant to be escaped into forever. It was only there to remind us how far we could go before finding our way back home.
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‎"Eyes on the sky. Feet on the ground."
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