Relentless

While most people in the country are focused on news surrounding an ex-leader, I’m writing this in good spirits because of two bottles of Antonov and upcoming tours next week and next month. I am excited and what’s so good about this is that they’re unexpected. I will be guiding a group in the Manila American Cemetery next week. The way I’m told by my client, my guests are knowledgeable and these are the type of guests that can sometimes make a tour really interesting and engaging.

The work is not yet even done but I’m just so pumped up to start. I’ll be in the Manila American Cemetery tomorrow to do an inspection and research. I want to meet and hopefully, exceed expectations. I’m doing the best I can to prepare for it.

I am also looking forward to next month’s activity and this time, it’s a food tour in Pampanga. I’ve been planning this for long and I thank my god that it’s taking off. A few days ago, I was supposed to post something negative but I began to think that it’s not worth the space and I’m better off without the bad vibes.

There’s just one thing in my mind right now and it’s about not giving up even when there are people who are determined to see you fail. I was in that situation a couple of months ago but I stood ground. There was a time that I was about to leave it behind but I asked myself if this what I really want and yes, I really want this. Even though you have made it difficult for me, you cannot stop me from doing what I love. God sees what is in one’s heart.

The other night, my wife and I watched Invictus, a movie about Nelson Mandela and the national rugby team of South Africa. The poem, Invictus (hence, the title of the movie),  was also touched on and I felt like reciting this and adding this to my post before I go to sleep. I am thankful, completely thankful that I did not give up.


OUT of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
  For my unconquerable soul.
  
In the fell clutch of circumstance          5
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
  My head is bloody, but unbowed.
  
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,   10
And yet the menace of the years
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
  
It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:   15
  I am the captain of my soul.

*Image from IMDB.