𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴.
You didn’t lose. You just gave the town a glimpse of what it looks like when someone dares to dream out loud.
The votes are just numbers, scattered like dust in the wind. But the fire you lit is the kind of heat that lingers, long after the flames die down. They didn’t hear you. Not yet. But your voice is a thunderclap in a sky that’s been quiet too long.
You may have fallen, but you fell with purpose, with grace, with fire in your bones and love in your heart.
Take a pause. Take a breath.
Every silence is just a new song waiting to be written.
The universe isn’t done with you. This is just the interlude, the breath before the roar.
Rise. Not in defeat, but in the quiet confidence that this story is yours to tell.
Even the doubters are still watching, waiting for you to show them how it’s done.
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I grabbed this from Liza Conde Reyes Ysmael’s wall!
Maraming Salamat sa lahat!