Today is the 40th anniversary of EDSA. Forty years since people stood in the streets and believed that things could change overnight. The universities are holding masses, and the TV is full of yellow ribbons and old footage of tanks.
It’s hard to celebrate "freedom" when you feel like a prisoner in your own mind. Depression is a dictator that doesn't care about democracy; it just occupies your head and tells you that things will never get better.
I walked past a group of students today, all in their school uniforms, talking excitedly about "nation-building." I envied them. I remember being that age, thinking my thirties would be a time of triumph. Instead, I’m navigating the "hazy skies" of unemployment, feeling like a ghost of the revolution that never came for me.
Yet, seeing them reminded me that even the biggest changes start with a few people refusing to leave. This blog is my "standing in the street." It’s me refusing to let the depression win today.
Forty years is a long time to wait for a promise, but maybe the real revolution is just staying alive long enough to see the sun come up one more time. Keep standing, even if you’re standing alone.
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