Fireworks explode, necks crane to see yellow and red lights caress the still Corella sky. There at the blackness of 7 P.M. and the confidence of a kindred spirit, I was tempted to make promises.
I’ll remain grateful.
Forgive myself as often as I should.
I’ll keep trying.
Enjoy the little successes.
Bank on humility as each room for improvement open its door for me.
I will remain awkward not because I prefer to be stubborn.
But because it gives me a chance to ask myself: “Do I need this connection? Will it let me grow?”
I will make more promises.
This is how I honor the fireworks, my friends, and that pitch black Corella sky.
8:54 P.M. Corella, Bohol, Philippines