31/03/2026
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๐๐๐๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ, ๐๏ธ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ช๐ฃ๐, โ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐๐ช๐ก ๐๐ค๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐.
High school was never just about endings. It lived quietly in the ordinary days we all shared. Whether youโre moving up or moving on, we were all part of moments that felt small at the time but meant everything without us noticing. It was in the ringing of the bell, the hurried footsteps in hallways, the laughter that echoed a little too loud, and the silence that spoke louder than words during exams.
It was in the familiar seats we claimed as our own, the unplanned conversations that stretched longer than they should, and the friendships that formed without effort. Even the routines we once complained about โ the early mornings, the deadlines, the repetition โ slowly became the very things that gave our days meaning. We didnโt realize it then, but we were already living moments we would one day look back on with quiet longing.
Because even if this isnโt the end for some of us, this exact version of โus,โ these people, these days, these feelings, will never come back the same way again. And maybe thatโs what makes it so special.
In Saranggola by Ben&Ben, the line ๐ถ โ๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐น๐ช๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐น๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ ๐น๐ช๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ช๐ทโ ๐ถ
speaks of a bond that remains constant, something that time, distance, or change can never truly replace.
Like a kite soaring freely yet still tethered to where it began, we are meant to move forward, to rise, and to follow where life leads us. But no matter how far we go, there will always be something gently pulling us back, not to hold us down, but to remind us of where we first learned to fly. The laughter, the struggles, the people we grew with are not left behind; they are carried within us.
And so, as we step into what comes next, may we continue to chase the skies ahead with courage while keeping our hearts anchored to the memories we hold dear. It is in remembering that we remain whole, and in those memories, we find the quiet strength to keep moving forward.
๐๐พ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ก๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ!๐
๐ผ๏ธ Erica Gumatay
