This morning, I read this news about James Robertson. Who is this man?
According to news, James takes a 32-kilometer round-trip walk when he goes to work every single day. He commutes at 8AM for his 2PM-10PM schedule. He only arrives home around 4AM. The most surprising thing is that he has a record of perfect attendance.
Desperation can make what seems to be impossible possible.
I’m not talking about the bad things often associated to desperation.
It was desperation to get out of sickening poverty that put spring under my feet and fire in my belly everyday when I was in college. I couldn’t play any musical instrument.
I couldn’t dance.
I stuttered big time.
I couldn’t even pinpoint the subject and predicate in a sentence.
But because I thought that my hunger and desperation to succeed were bigger than anyone else in our campus, I had to learn how to play the guitar so I could join band competitions for an extra cash.
I had to learn how to do dance (I almost broke my spinal cord) so I could join barangay dance competitions for my tuition fee.
I had to learn how to speak and write fluently in English so I could join academic competitions for an extra cash.
I had to try my luck to submit my application to become the only college scholar of a Filipino community in the US during my time. I bagged it.
Desperation brainwashed my thinking that everyday MUST be the best day of my life.
I pioneered organizations.
In my pursuit to become outstanding, I changed section every semester. I hunted the most brilliant student in every class so I could test my level of academic brilliance.
I was so frustrated being poor. If “poor” were a human, I would have punched it to death. But because it wasn’t, every time I perfected a seatwork, a quiz, a major exam, every time I won a competition, and every time I achieved a milestone, I felt I punched “poor” in the nose and it was having a hard time finding where it fell on the ground.
One time, I got reprimanded by our Academic Head. I got reprimanded because congratulatory remarks surprisingly arrived at his office without him knowing that one of the students in the courses he was handling joined and won some academic competitions.
“Jaycee, next time, would you mind informing me of all the competitions you’ve joined so I don’t get surprised every time someone calls me to congratulate the school? Also, Mr. and Ms. Campus na lang hindi mo nasasalihan. Lahat na lang pinapakialaman mo. Pinapatay mo ba sarili mo?”, said the Dean.
Desperation feeds tiredness.
Desperation can breathe life to a dead dream.
Desperation can make you aim for the star. Failing still means landing on the moon. Up to these days, I always remind myself not to forget wearing my special shoes – shoes that have soil in them so that even if I leap from star to star, my feet are always stepping on the ground. That’s important. Correction: that’s very important.
Through my desperation and by the pure mercy of God, my life has never been the same again.
Friend, are you frustrated in your situation in life?
Use it to fulfill your destiny. The devil uses frustration and desperation to put an end to your dreams. But God says, “No weapon formed against you shall prosper”. Use the devil’s weapon to put it down. I don’t even call the devil “him” or “her”. The pronoun “it” isn’t even the best fit, but I guess I have no choice.
You might be thinking that you’re life is a mess right now. But your “mess” will become your “message” to the world someday, just like what I’m doing right now.
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