to live, to love, to learn, to leave a legacy… and to laugh along the way
Our country’s ranking in the regional Southeast Asian Games will give us a sneak peek on the country’s future. Not just in sports, but in its overall standing in the community of nations. Our place in the regional games will reflect on the type of people we will have at the helm of our country in the decades ahead.
The PVL is turning bright beginnings into lasting legacies, carefully weaving athletic excellence with a culture of accessibility, respect and trust. The stands are not full by accident; they are the visible heartbeat of a sport growing in confidence and reach. The PVL has been successful in providing a great venue for mostly local talents to shine. In turn, they have gifted us all by becoming very accessible, very friendly, very real.
Seven games. A hair’s breadth away from a championship. It sucks. It still sucks. Up till now. I closed my eyes, my mouth, my mind and my heart. Even closed my blog. Truly devastated. It’s been weeks now. The only saving grace is that I’ve learned more about myself, and about being a fan, from this wild ride.
When the dust settles and the crowd exits exalting a new queen, one thing will be certain: this was the kind of finals that highlights why you fall in love with volleyball – and sports in general – in the first place. It’s not just about who lifts the trophy; it’s about the journey – the grind, the highs, the heartbreaks, and the undeniable, communal joy of the game.
This year, the Oklahoma City Thunder are overwhelming favorites to win another title. The Denver Nuggets, led by the 3-time MVP NIkola Jokic, will be crowding out the Thunder, for the western pennant. In the East, the Cleveland Cavs should finally win it, if they remain healthy for the playoffs. Victor Wenbamyama will continue maturing with the San Antonio Spurs, while rookie Cooper Flagg gets us excited. Move over, Lebron. Watch out, Steph and Kevin. The next generation stars are here!
Mt Apo has proved to me that the world’s most poignant stories are not always about reaching the top, but about returning with something intact, something earned, amidst the challenges one has to hurdle. It is about chasing a dream; something that will echo that craziness in me, yet has clothed me with a sense of pride for having at least tried. And if I ever forget, I will listen to the memory of the wind – the same wind that refused to yield my glorious sunrise in Apo; and instead whispered a different, humbling truth: that to live is to endure, and to endure is sometimes the bravest ascent of all.
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