Lost Souls

The following was posted in the Youngblood column of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Last updated 02:17am (Mla time) 11/06/2007.

Lost souls
By Eda Lou S. Ibasco

I died several years ago. I died dreaming. It happened a few years after college.

During my undergraduate years, I used to dream a lot, literally and figuratively. Dream, believe, survive -- that kind of thing. I used to find R. Kelly’s song cute, romantic, inspiring, uplifting, enervating (ugh): “I believe I can fly, I believe I can soar.” I sincerely thought that if I was good and got good grades, and had great dreams, life would be easy. I would soar above the clouds in happiness, peace and contentment. I just had to be good, be nice, work hard and try to please others as best as I could.

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