Be Inspired

You tell me it’s crazy that I came for nothing; that there should be an underlying cause for me to come back to school but to see you again. I’ll tell you it’s a very stereotypical thought of you to say and that it is a categorization I refuse to with hold.

For hours in that week I tried to convince you that all I want to do with a comeback was to see you again because I miss you; because the simpler the better; because more reasons means more vagueness. But I’ll tell you what: you were right. I did not come for nothing.

I did come for something – for a treasure hidden somewhere in the building; a secret only seen by those whose lost the everyday routine inside.

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Actually, I came to reminiscence.

I came to tell the building and all that’s in it that I came back – that I’ve won another 6 years of study.

I came to give credits to those of everyone who made me who I am today – in which only a few remain.

I came to feel the morning sun I’ve left exactly six years ago.

I came to be inspired.

I know it might seem funny or even weird for you guys that I talked about being “inspired” by coming back to a place like this. But what place is better than the place that holds 9 years of my life other than home; the place whose people knew me well; the place who had placed the cornerstone of my beliefs; the place where I feel my heart truly belongs; the place whose air my lungs took for 8 hours of everyday in the past years than the school?

Your lives in which this building holds inspire me – whether you believe it or not. Your story reminds me of who I truly am and what I will be. Your stories about me kept me going – because you used to tell me that I am a good girl and that you always believe that I am a good person no matter what I went through; because you know I can do it. I do not ever want to dissapoint you; because I want to keep being strong as you are strong.

I want you to know that I will always remember you regardless of sticks and stones.

I want to keep coming back; even if the only things that are left were the building itself.

I want you to keep having faith in me; because I will thrive – I promise you.

I want you to stand strong until the day finishes; because I still need your faith. I still need you to not give up – both on anything and also on me.

Don’t you ever worry about “I’m not being remembered”, though.

I’ll remember you

I’ll be your mouth when you can’t speak;

I’ll be your eyes when you can no longer see;

I’ll be your ears when you needed to talk;

I’ll be your thoughts when you’re too tired to think things through;

I’ll be your fingers when you loose count of your breath.

I may not be as brave as others, but I got your back. You all are my inspiration – and I’d gladly risk my life for people who had done so much for me.

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And when the world doesn’t remember you anymore,

I’ll shout your name.

I’ll scream your story.

I know, I’ll just be shouting into oblivion.

But if it’s your story I am shouting, it will be worth both our while. For years you’ve done your part in inspiring lives. Now, it’s my turn to pay you back. Not with something that money can buy; but with something more worth it.

I love you –red