Keepsakes That Remind Us Why We Keep Going.

While waiting for my thesis adviser, I wandered around SM North EDSA, and eventually found myself inside Papemelroti, a store I’ve always associated with quiet reminders and little pieces of inspiration.

There, I met Atty. (I wish I remembered his name). He mentioned that he teaches law at UP Diliman and that he’s originally from Iloilo.

We talked about sacrifices. Mine came easily: sleepless nights, emotional strain, and financial challenges. His was simple but heavy — the long hours he spent reading thick law books back when he was still a student.

I told him that back in high school, I once dreamed of becoming a lawyer. It took me a lot of detours and setbacks just to reach this phase of my undergraduate course. I also shared why I’m here in Manila, even though I live all the way back in Mindanao. He said he’s been in Manila ever since he started law school.

I opened up about my hobbies: reading, painting, blogging, and hiking. He seemed fascinated. I mentioned how I keep souvenirs from my travels, and that I planned to put one inside the box I was carrying.

I half-joked and asked him to include me in his prayers. When I paid for my things, he surprised me by buying me a box with the words: “Success is a journey, not a destination.”

Then he looked at me, his tone firm: “Do you agree with this?”

I said yes. Because I do. It took me years to get here. I’ve learned so much along the way, and though it hasn’t been easy, I’m grateful. This is a bittersweet victory for me.

We shook hands, exchanged names (though his slipped from memory), and parted ways. I asked for a photo, but he politely declined.

Some encounters don’t need pictures to be remembered. Sometimes, words and the lessons they carry are enough.

Here’s to the journeys we’re still walking, and the keepsakes that remind us why we keep going.

E.