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I have a vision and no, it’s not a unique vision at that. I’m sure all of us here have had this vision at one time or another, only sometimes, we are afraid to admit that we have such a vision because with all that is going on right now, it seems…capricious.

Unity. Peace. Progress. It is so easy to say these words. They slide right out of your mouth. And yet, we have nothing to show for it but the stuffs we see on TV – sex, violence, death. But the ultimate crime of all is apathy because then, people are numb to all that is happening. They cease to care. And they cease to hope.

I like to think that hope still exists. Cynicism is often the easy way out. And cowards are the only ones who take the easy way out. The things we see, the things we are subjected to, these people our parents helped place in government… I do not pretend to understand it all. I’m a kid. What do I know? But I am a kid with a vision and my vision is this – a free nation united in one goal, a nation at peace with itself despite all the conflicts that will surely arise, a nation looking forward to progress.

A nation to be proud of.

Is that too much to ask for? Should I even ask for it when already, I am entitled to it. We are all entitled to it. We live in a democratic state. A nation that is free. A government that is of the people, by the people, and for the people. It is a package deal. Unity, peace, and progress come with the package. It is our birthright. But first, we must earn it.

You know what? Sometimes I think that there is so much beauty in this world that the ugliness only serves to enhance it. We all go through life’s hardships and successes and most of the time, we go about it blindly. Then, every once in a while, we see…

…A father working hard on the farm to send his children to school…

…A daughter helping her mother with the household chores…

…A baby, sleeping…

…An old woman finding time to attend mass…

…And we should all be humbled by this. Because these things, these normal everyday things are what makes the ideals of unity, peace, and progress not just distant dreams of the future, but a vision that is worth striving for. Because for all the rottenness that we often see, for all the stench that assault the senses, for all the trash lying around, there is something here that remains pure and sweet and it will always remain pure and sweet.

That thought gives me hope. That thought makes me hope. I live in a beautiful country.

NOTE: This essay is written for my grade school cousin.

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