Highway to Happy

Sometimes, life gets really tough, making me want to give up and just let the world succumb me.

Last night was a perfect example.

Because of four straight days of merely 3 hours of sleep, my system just gave up and resisted to bear another (almost) sleepless night. I got home around 8pm, had my dinner and sat in our sofa. The next thing I knew, I was staring at our clock in horror, realizing it was already 1am.

I panicked; to the point of just freezing right there for a few more minutes. It felt like sleeping for 4 hours was a crime. I had a 1-inch thick, back to back, reading assignment and a case to finish for that day’s class. And no, I wasn’t cramming because I set those things aside for the past few days. It was assigned that same day. So the moment the professor announced our homeworks, crunch time started.

For some, perhaps, this may sound too shallow but I reached my breaking point right there. I cried. I cried as if someone took away something from me; I cried not just because of what happened; I cried because of all the pressures, the disappointments and the fears that were all piling up in my heart.

Without even thinking, I reached for my phone and called him. Hearing his voice, I knew, would take away whatever was hurting me.


In the moment I thought I was ready to let my dreams slip out of my grip and just stop to watch everyone overtake me, it took him only 8 words to stop the sobbing and hurting:

Gawin mo na lang para sa kin, ha?


That was it.

In my low point, he picked me up and carried me in his arms until I was strong enough to walk again with my own feet. And as I ended the call, I could almost hear (one of) our song (s) playing on the background.