My Land

I don’t want to be a foreigner on my own land. I’m not going to be a stranger to my own culture. Why would anyone want to travel abroad when everything one could be proud of is just right here—right here in this group of 7,000 islands. I will not waste my time appreciating other land’s achievements when there are more important gifts of nature on this country where I stand. I beg to be different.
Here is the land where I grew. On these roads I learned to run, stumble and stand up for what I believe. I am nurtured by the air that blew from high mountains that surround us. This is where I first saw the beauty of the rising sun and felt the drama as the sun sets n old Manila bay. There is nothing compared to the excitement of travelling through the grassy fields on the way to northern Luzon; the fresh air on your face and the hospitality of the people waiting on your destination.
This land is ours. It’s ours to explore. It’s ours to take care of. It’s ours to be proud of. It’s ours to maintain for the rest of our generations. This land made us what we are today. Let’s be proud of it. There are still many turns and roads that we have yet to take on this land that we call home.
The seaside is inviting us to savor its depth. The mountainside is humming wit life and color. The wind is singing the great adventures people have taken in the different parts of dear Luzviminda. We wouldn’t want to be foreigners on our land. And we are definitely not going to be strangers to our own culture. We beg to be different.