For the Philippines
11/11. We need this kind of day, in which we wonder how on earth are we going to start again. How can it be like how it was before. We miss the land in which we do not mourn, in which we only think of moving forward and everything seems to be really kind, including nature. The day before the huge typhoon came, though it was a bit sunny, we were already hoping and praying that it wouldn’t be a huge loss as how we saw in the previous years. We were wrong. The day that the typhoon hit us, Tacloban started to break; unable to survive from the wrath of the typhoon. It broke, until everything was literally wiped out. It was a feeling of huge loss, of despair and sadness no one has ever imagined we could feel. Thousands of lives were claimed, power and communication lines were down. Everything was lost. We have never encountered a typhoon as cruel as that one. It was the worst typhoon that has ever hit the Philippines.
Every time I switch on the television I wonder where are we going to start again from this wreckage. Relief operations are everywhere. In fact, I was just talking to a friend who is building a relief operation in order to help. People from all over the world join their hands to help those who are in need. I see hope again and I never had a second thought of doing my part. I want to do more to hope more. With the strongest and one of the most devastating typhoon that we have encountered; it would be too strange not to find hope merely because all that we see in the television is sadness. It would be strange not to seek to be strong again.