- Travel and Places
A Vincentian's Creed
“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
As told by the Alchemist to the boy who wanders, from Paulo Coelho’s bestselling novel, The Alchemist, explains that we are not alone in achieving our dreams and that such happenings are not merely coincidences but with purpose. This becomes my philosophical mantra when I stepped the profession I chose to be my psyche – though it is considered as a vocation per se since it caters the life of the world’s spring time. However, my mantic philosophy requires me to focus on something I want the most through molding the path that I have to take. The roads are also not private since I encounter individuals with similar dreams along the way. Fiends. Myths. Oracles. They exist freely on those routes. I wonder if all people, regardless of color, status, race, etc. feel the same towards life. If it’s somehow true, how come we still have the people below the poverty line? Is it that difficult for them to dream? Is it just because of lack of money, or something else?
As I continued to stroll for my destiny’s search, I stopped to stray at a congregation which led me to realize the virtues of patience, repentance, sacrifice and simplicity. I rendered service to the poorest of the poor residing from the different parts of the country. I gave them knowledge. They contributed virtues. A hard work it was but the source of life was hard work itself. Reinforcements came whenever I needed them the most. Truly, I could say God really is good all the time and everything is sent in God’s grace. However, I had to continue my journey to search for my purpose that it required me to depart my very first refugee.
I entered to harness my skills for a continuous flow of learning. Now, I belong to the Vincentian fold. The institution led me to see poverty in a different angle and made me closer to the needy. I knew from the start that something was lacking when I was not in my hometown. I did not notice that the souls nearest to my home crave for my service. I should know that I have to bloom where I was planted.
Barra is a small island considered as one of the barrios in Lucena City, the capital city of Quezon Province in Region IV-A CALABARZON located at the island of Luzon in the Philippines. When I visited their place, I saw the simplicity of their houses and the dignity of their homes. They offered hospitality as if I was not a stranger. They let me treasure untold stories of their past and how they overcame struggles. I looked like a spoiled brat bred for no reason as I listened to their account.
These people, they discover life spontaneously. I pity myself. They make me thankful for what I have now. I regret those shallow dramas I did in the past. As compared to what they experience everyday, I have no right to complain with my life right now. They are the reason why I EXIST.