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| James Z. Carpio, writer |
Feeling excited and I am holding to that and keeping on believing. I hope it will happen. I am not entertaining thoughts of losing the dream. My faith in God is strong.
I keep telling myself why am I doing this again, and, practically, I gave up my love life for that one in a million chance. No hesitations. I only have my little nephew in mind. I have to make it there, I was able to make my dreams in New York happen. That song that says if you make it in New York, you will make it anywhere.
I was able to see The Statue of Liberty in the island, Times Square and I have seen The Phantom of The Opera.
Lady Luck is on my side. However, I do not believe in luck rather I believe in miracles. God's miracles.
Now, I know how my countrymen feel when that opportunity is served on a platter. It feels wonderful. I am at awe. Who would have thought? A writer? There?
At the back of my mind, I am thinking, how come I have to leave to achieve my goals, hopes, wishes, and dreams.
Yet, I am reminded I have been living the dream all my life.
For now, there is just a change of venue.
So,
I keep on believing.
No matter what...
No matter where...
No matter when...
No matter how...
Why am I doing this again?
For Miguel, my little nephew.
And, for God.
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