"Pag-asa laban sa pag-asa" ... these words came rushing down memory lane like we were witnessing again the texto of Brother Eraño G. Manalo, years ago in Lokal ng Tandang Sora, QC. He has quoted the story of Abraham regarding God's promise -- for him to be the father of many nations. But how could Abraham be?, when his wife Sarah is sterile, and he's already a 100-year-old man. In the logic and mindfulness of an ordinary person not accustomed to faith, it can never happen.
Yet, Abraham took it to the next level... he hoped for the promise (of God) to happen against the hope for them (him and Sarah) to have an offspring (later in the future, through their son--Isaac) despite its impossibility from a human standpoint. Abraham used his faith and strong trust with God to realize the promise.
In today's era, where Hope as a virtue is all the more that matters, not only as defacto in character that we have to wield in these trying times, but because it's one of the ingredients as part in treading uncertainties in life. Hope, carries a weight that drives grit and perseverance.
There’s a kind of hope that makes sense—the kind you feel when you see signs that things are getting better. But then there’s hope against hope. The kind that shows up even when nothing around you is working. No signs. No progress. No validation. Just a quiet belief in your gut that things will somehow, someday, turn around.
And honestly? That’s the kind of hope that changes lives.
We don’t talk about it enough. Life gets heavy. Sometimes you’re showing up every day, doing your best, and it still feels like nothing’s happening. You’re healing from things people never even apologized for. You’re trying to dream big in a world that often feels too loud, too fast, too unfair. But deep inside, there’s a tiny voice that whispers, “Keep going.”
That voice? That’s hope against hope.
“It’s not that I’m unbreakable. I’ve just chosen not to stay broken.”
I remember a time when I was between jobs, trying to keep it all together while pretending on social media that I was “figuring things out.” I wasn’t. I was drowning in self-doubt, watching others land jobs, promotions, opportunities—while I was getting rejection emails and awkward silences. It was tempting to give up.
But a friend said something that stuck: “You don’t need proof to believe. Sometimes, believing comes first.”
And so I kept applying. Kept showing up. Kept hoping. Weeks turned into months. Then one day—boom. A door opened. Not just any door. The right one. And looking back, I’m glad I didn’t stop three feet before the finish line.
Sometimes, we hold on not because it makes sense—but because it’s the only thing we can do.
“Hope isn’t naive. It’s rebellious. In a world that wants you to settle, hope dares you to keep reaching.”
If you’re in a dark season, I see you. You’re not weak for feeling tired. You’re strong for still being here. Holding on. Taking things day by day, breath by breath.
You don’t need to have it all figured out to move forward. You just need enough strength to take the next step. Even if it’s slow. Even if you’re scared. That next step counts.
And for those who’ve made it through—never forget the version of you who kept going when everything said “stop.” You owe that version of yourself everything.
“If you’re still breathing, there’s still time for the tide to turn.”
So let this be your reminder:
Keep sending that resume.
Keep writing that dream.
Keep healing at your own pace.
Keep loving like you haven’t been hurt.
Keep believing in better days—especially when they seem far away.
Because hope isn’t just about waiting. Sometimes, it’s about fighting for a future you can’t see yet.
And when you make it—and you will—you’ll look back and realize that your hope wasn’t foolish. It was faithful.
Keep the faith. Hold the light. Hope anyway, driven by faith and trust.
~Othello
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