I can go the distance
May 31, 2006I started drafting this entry May 27th, but forced myself to finally post it today, the last day of the Month. I am still listening to the song that inspired me to write it down. I planned to make it poetic, romantic, dreamy. But there's no fairytale in this story. It's just another hard-ass pathetic story of my life at work. Maybe, soon, this kind of morbid tales will end.
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I was searching for MP3's of Josh Groban. Seems like whoever opened this up put in the wrong singer. Josh Groban didn't sing "I Can Go the Distance." It was performed by Michael Bolton for the soundtrack of Hercules (Yes, I happen to love Disney cartoons). I've been playing it for a while now, while waiting for hubby to come home from his class, and typing up this entry in between cooking dinner and doing the laundry.
I have often dreamed, of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome, would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be
Each child dreams of something big when they are young. Honestly, I wanted to enter the convent then. I remember telling Nanay that I wanted to be a nun, and she really reacted. I didn't think that she didn't want a first-child to be entering that world. Although I seem to remember that it might have been a good choice when I became a teenager. 
Going back, those dreams becomes the shining star to the path each takes. Any logical person would have seek that star, making slow but sure steps towards that goal. If they make some adjoining paths to make the travel longer or just for sheer fun, they may do so for some part of the journey. But their star is always there, shining. Just as my star is. It has always been there.
