After My Death Tomorrow

Sabi ng iba, masaya mabuhay. Puno ng kulay. Masarap huminga. Nakakatuwang magpatuloy. Kasi ang alam ng iba, ang buhay ay puro rainbows and butterflies lang. Kasi sila, masaya sila sa buhay nila. Kuntento sila sa kung anong mayroon sila-- friendships goals, relationshit-- este relationship goals, family goals at kung ano pang goals mayroon ang mundong ginagalawan natin. But the thing is . . . masaya lang mabuhay kung masaya ang buhay mo. Pero panoo kung hindi? Paano kung sa bawat pag-kisap mo ng mga mata, ang dulo mo ang lagi mong nakikita? Paano kung hindi mo nakikita ang sarili mong nabubuhay sa hinaharap dahil alam mong iba ang buhay na mayroon ka. Paano kung isa kang bola ng kamalasan? Paano kung katulad ka ni Marco? After his upcoming death, my guilt will surely kill me. I will save him. I will keep him alive because that is what he deserved. He should live with us even after ten years from now. I want to see his smile as we enter the vague door of future. I will always aim to seeing him do his iconic boyish guffaw every single day. And I am certain, I can do it. I must because I have to. I should because I have no other choice but to keep him away from his death tomorrow.