The Masters

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Have you ever been so passionate about something that you decided it’s going to be your “one thing” in life? Apparently, it becomes deeply ingrained in your personality that there comes a day when there’s no way to tell between you and your passion. You and that thing become one.

Masters of their own craft. Some of them are still living among us. The world may not know about them right now, or perhaps may not know them at all. That’s just how it works. It takes years to realize someone was a genius and a great dose of humility to accept that fact.

But masters don’t really care about how they are perceived by the world. They just make art, do their thing, and allow themselves to be a vessel that nature chooses to work with and through.

The same should be for you and me.
— to not care too much about the outcome or what people say; if whatever we do makes an impact, or whether it’s grand, eloquent, shiny, or too overwhelming for someone to fathom or even feel.

We bring out what nature or the gods intend to create, never refusing or bragging about it and claiming it as our own. Nothing is our own.

You are called to do something today.

If it’s something big, take courage. You were born to do it. Don’t ever doubt that.

If it’s something small, do it great, as if it’s all that matters and the last thing you get to do.

In the final hours, to hear these words echoing between two souls would be the sweetest thing in the world, “You made that happen. Thank you”.

One Day It Will All Make Sense

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We should see ourselves as moving parts in a vast space.
Each one with a task to fulfill;
A role to play.

Focus on yours.
Draw out your essence,
and let it fulfill its purpose.
Do not be afraid.

You are one with the universe,
and the universe cannot harm itself.

You will know when a purpose is valid,
as it will be right…
without a doubt.


What if God takes away the thing you care about the most?

Back in 2014, I lost my voice for a week. I came down with a cold and could only muster a sound of a whisper. My throat and my chest were in pain. This has been the third time I battled against the fear of permanently losing my voice, but let me tell you about the first.

High School

I had the opportunity to lead as an officer in Citizenship Advancement Training. I can’t remember now what we were preparing for at that time, but it required us to train for almost three hours every day regardless of the weather. My rank required massive use of my voice during training as each command needs to be heard by almost 150 students spread out in an open field. Long story short, I lost my voice exactly a month before the big event.

My mom and I came to see a doctor in town and I was advised not to let out any sound nor exert an effort to speak for an entire month. I was ordered to write notes or use hand signals to communicate. The warning was, if I don’t get better, I might lose my voice permanently. Imagine the terror I felt.  

Every day on my way to school, I dropped by the church to pray. Each time I would beg God to give my voice back and I swore to protect and treasure it. In the meantime, as we continue to prepare for the big event, my fellow officers suggested we devise a strategy. To convey a command of execution in the absence of my voice I’d have to exaggerate a shoulder-drop. That means everybody will have to focus now on my shoulder, regardless of where they are in the field. Now keep in mind that there’s a proper sequence of commands here. We have to carefully follow the script and my “subjects” need to execute each command as if they were hearing my voice.

Days passed and the moment of truth came.  

It was a bright, beautiful morning, and the wind was cold. Green grass covered the open field and the 150 of us stood there ready. Spectators came, my mom was in the crowd. Early that morning, I asked God to give me this one opportunity, one moment to have my voice and He can take it away again if He must. I was desperate. At that time it was the only thing that mattered to me.

So there I was in the open about to give out my very first command. Everybody was anxious. I inhaled deeply for the very first time in my life, savoring the air coming to my lungs. I looked to my left, mustered all strength, summoned all courage and faith. As my head moved from left to right I uttered the first command. Alas! There was a voice! Strong and powerful!

I can vividly remember my first officer grinning from ear to ear as he marched back to his post just behind my back. Both of us couldn’t believe what just happened. The rest of the officers standing behind me were murmuring words of joy and appreciation. We did a good job that day. We didn’t bag all the awards but we definitely felt victorious.  


My voice didn’t sound ever the same since that morning. What used to be a thin crispy tone is now raspy. But I think the key takeaway from this experience is recognizing the treasure behind our gifts and abilities. What we oftentimes ignore are things that other people would die for. Besides that recognition, we deliberately have to choose to use our gifts for good, that way, the blessing doesn’t stop with us.  

The kind of legacy we leave is up to us. The key to leaving something good lies in our daily choices. For you and I, may that choice be:

Giving the best version of ourselves to the world for however long or short we get to stay.

Why You Should Say Yes To Pain

“A worthwhile purpose outweighs any kind of struggle.”- sundaewrites


Nobody is immune to pain.  Everybody has it or had it, at one point in their lives.  So if you are suffering right now, know that you are not alone.


Pain is cruel, yes, but pain can also be your friend.  Like any gift, it can come in any form or package. You need to unwrap and accept it and know what is it trying to teach you.


From pain:

  • comes strength you never thought you had
  • comes wisdom, you wished you always knew
  • comes courage you wished you clothed yourself with earlier in life
  • comes resilience, with life teaching you how to bend
  • comes pruning, stripping you of weak strongholds and false dependencies.
  • comes the fulfillment of your purpose and realization of things you value the most




Not all pain in the world is worthy to endure. Choose the ones that truly serve your purpose- make you better, make the lives of those around you better. Choose the kind of pain that when you look back years down the line, you could proudly say, “Yes, I did that, I suffered that because I truly loved”.  Choose the kind of pain that consumes all your strength, yet at the end of the day rewards you with so much peace and settles your heart.Whether or not you wake up to another day, your heart is free and content.


I have my share of pain. It may not be as much as the rest of the world is currently suffering for, but it is real to me, as much as your pain is real to you.  Don’t deny pain or just go about life like it isn’t there.  Even at the peak of one’s success, it can still be present. Even if you’re surrounded by loved ones, drowning in wealth or blessed with a good health, there’s always a piece of you that knows pain. That’s the price of being human, or should I say, the gift of being one.


How can it be a gift, you ask. In my own journey, pain has been and will always be a great teacher. It helps me grow, learn, and discern what’s worth suffering for and gives me the courage too to forge ahead. It reminds me that I’m fully alive and breathing, and that life is real because I can feel it, it’s happening and I, am in it.


Of all the things I have or have accomplished, I’m more proud of the ones that required me to sacrifice much.  Pain can be a character builder, you know, and a great teacher.  And character is something that nobody can take away from you.


Whatever pain you’re suffering right now, maybe it’s good to ask, “Is it worth it”?


When you show up for work, for a cause, an activity, or someone, ask yourself why you do. Is the reason, something you really care about?  Is it something that serves a greater good? Does it make you better as a human being? Does it equip you to bless the world more? Is it worthy of a day in your life? If yes, then go and embrace pain. A worthwhile purpose outweighs any kind of struggle, and embracing that is giving yourself the privilege to live a bigger life.