We somehow divided with numerous such colors, from white to black people and people labeled Asians as yellow—a dark representing evil and white as the goodness. We were of different colors and races in our life of ourselves. For that was the boundary; that was the image of exchange. We become a part of the invisible wall that divides us with no definite ending from the beginning. We sometimes liked pink roses, yet we loved red—the color of love, equity, and blood.
Despite the world of Filipinos now are in the side of pink or red. A battle between what they said good and evil, same with my color as a red team we also look the same. The heat of the climate was more intense as the election remarked accomplished. And now, the future will define by the color of the blood. A red that was also the pigment of flame, that soon raised like a bird, a phoenix that must burn first and turn itself to ash, comes the new life and new define of razing sight. Once over-defined, the Phoenix thought it wasn't worthy of the beauty until it burned by the flame.
Some people question the Million people, are we not learning the past?
We did, and that was why we wanted a change, not only the color from yellow to red but then because we knew and looked forward to more than we expected. It might sound biased, obtuse, and many more that are unrequitedly defined. Like you, I also had some politicians that supported in senate yet weren't listed the name. For I am single people and million wants somebody else. That's a democracy was is all about.
We learn from the past, and we look forward to the future. I thought that politicians won't change my view until the mayor of the south came with an attitude everyone hated, yet proved that he did more than anything for the people of the fast. We chose and supported him, and we were not wrong in supporting PRDD. The changes prepared, the future is to come.
Whatever the color you are into, red some partnered with green, pink other seen yellow, blue or white. We all had the same thought; we were all educated and chose who we thought was best. If you believe that what future you desired perished when your candidate lost, that was also what we had. What was the lot of a leader who thought negatively? Endorsed people from the opposition who did nothing but contradict good governance. What was the end if we listened to the artist? That just come and sing to support. They are all rich people, who could sustain their lives and the future, but the poorer we are, the hardest it takes.
What was the future of the son of a dictator? Another martial law?. What was the end of the thief? More wealth to come.
The roses are pink, and some are red. They are different colors in flower, yet they are all a rose. The butterfly won't look for a color that is pink and who was red. The butterfly is the future, and the fate is beautiful as the color of mixing one of the wings. When roses open their pollen to the butterfly, they were two benefits from each other, the butterfly fed by the nectars, and the pollination from the winged creature fertilized the roses. A movement where when we open and give ourselves, we all benefit.
When you think that politics had been gone after the election, that's not what happened. It gets more and more as the days and weeks pass, even months and years to the harbor. The topic is thought from yours truthfully, not to attack or give interest in such a narrow field. But that is why I felt today, as I ended the letter of reads, I am sure that not everyone is pleased.
The idea that hides if you have never seen it is that roses have different shades and sizes of the petals, and even some have no torn yet are still a rose. We, the Filipinos, are the rose, divided by the colors, gender, and even educational belief, but we were still petals at the end of the day. Some will retard, others will wilt, and some won't bloom yet more and more to rose.
I chose the red color of the roses to represent the blood, for I am Iloco of born; I want the red as the flame that will ignite the future of my country. You chose the pink for you think it was the best, so did I.
It is still a long journey, and more issues to come. Still, a mocking, and others will find it hard to admit. But we were born to be roses and what we need is ourselves alone to shine. I believed that the color of the future rose, which was red for my vision. You are free to disregard it, but that is all my thing.
Thanks for the colorful roses; I saved my day.
The title speaks it all, haha kahit ano pang kulay iboto naten jan kung di tayo kikilos para sa sarili naten then nonsense din, di ko pa din magets until now nagaaway pa din sa soc med iba until now, malay namn naten kung okay naman pala at di maulit ang past o diba pero kung naulit sige kanya kanayang alis na hahaha.