On cold days of February, my life begins. As they say, you are the most happiest person they can see, well for in fact, I lived the happiest life at most. They do not see how those pictures of me in darkness, but let me take you to a walk where no one understands. As by my name, Juan Dela Cruz, its of commonality and it is evident that most of us knows what does that mean, typical filipino name isn't it? I suppose, I am like them, very common, and nothing of uniqueness can be seen from me. As I walk outside of my home, my day and my life began. Suffocated by the fact that I was burdensome, they always fear that someday and somehow, I will make mistakes and it will be burdensome for them to carry my mistakes. As I step out of my one of a kind life, life with cars, with fancy corridors, pockets full of cash, and a bizarre and unending thrill in my birthdays and happy days of valor, I don't know what will Happen next.
Packed up my bags, I saw Auntie Cecilia from afar, worried, in great dismay as I say, and full of sadness when she approached me and pat my back. "My son, my son, be wary of the world, it is not that good and it is not a happy place to live. If you lived the life I live, you will know, somehow, but as your mother, who raised you like my own and in behalf of Doña Margarita, I am worried of what will happen to you, my son." In my reply, I told her that even this act was worrisome, it will be a great adventure, it will be an enthusiastic ride. Grabbed my bags, expensive clothes, watches that I could pawn when in need, and those pictures of mine with my loved one, the one I loved, who left me when I am lost, I went to the living room and saw Don Pablo and Doñas Margarita. Funny isn't it? I call them by the name because they never let off with their living, scared living, scared of losing every penny that they have even if its for their son's sake. In my happy voice I said, "Adios, I will live my life on my own, and I will never come back in this mansion without making my own name, I promise you that." They considered me excommunicado? Well in fact, its on their faces, without glancing and with that drought faces they gave, I left the Mansion without a sad face. With my sunglasses, I left with a happy face with excitement on what will happen tomorrow and what will happen with my life. Will the step I took be worthy? Will I experience excruciating pain? No, someone who lives happily will never experience pain for pain will be worthy of the happiness that I have. While walking towards the last inch of the mansion, I looked up on to the sky and uttered, "For whatever life will offer, lets face it heads on and let us see glory, whatever it takes." Will I found victor and glory, fame, love or will I have the best things in life? In the air and with heavy breath, I will set it free.