In the pandemonium world, we felt unseen. No matter how we strive, it seems vain. Discourse replete in every place, A lone voice hopes but is still forgotten.

The eldest breadwinner child;
The overlooked middle child; and
The last card child,
All assumed to carry teeming struggles.

While each of them wrangles over whose life is more sad,
There is a lone, unheard child, with validation he never had.
In carrying life's bittersweet loads,
an only child fights along unfair roads.

People never realize the pressure only children bear.
In the family, they’re the only breadwinner.
Many said middle children are often left out. Yet, society never saw an only child’s muffled shout.
Last-born child claims to be the last card.
While only children remain the only card.

A lone figure with emotions unspoken
Still pushing through, with a heart that's broken.
In a room of silent screams, they stand still. Hoping to succeed despite life's ordeal.

Unfair treatment may appear to prevail,
After all, the words they hoped people to understand have now set sail.

𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

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S h a n.

Well, that was a rhetorical question. Of course, we all have it.

Recently, I was very sad about this specific person, even though I didn't get to know or witness him. Nevertheless, I knew how great he was in the 1900s and 2000s.

Yes. He is Rico Yan.

I was born on September 4, 2005, and this guy was born on March 14, 1975. He's an actor. He is an amazing and well-known actor. But he passed away in 2002.

It's been 22 years since Rico passed away. But his greatness and indelible service remain in the hearts of many people.

I was one of the many grievers—up until now—and I am sad. Whenever I think of him, I could succumb. He is everywhere on my social media.

For three consecutive days, I've been mourning and crying out loud. It's like I was his ex-girlfriend, but no, I am nobody missing a renowned person.

You know what? One of my bucket lists is to visit his sepulchre. It doesn't really matter if it's only 3 seconds that I get to touch his monument—it's the thought that counts.

People have so many "what ifs" for him.

“What if Dominic woke him up?”

“What if they didn’t break up with Clau?”

“What if Clau answered Rico’s call?”

And so many other 'what ifs'.

But as I imbibe and watch his memories, read his letters to Clau, and watch the edits of people about him, it's making me feel sad, and the constant crying is unwholesome anymore.

There's no doubt that he is a great person. He really was. But we also need to remember that life must go on. We need to forgive and forget the past, learn from it, and let tomorrow worry about itself. Yes, we need to live in the present. We can cry or mourn about a specific thing, but we also need to focus on ourselves and on what living really is.

Let the dead man rest. He's in God's hands now.

I know this may look more like a “personal issue,” but to generalize, let the lesson of that movie resonate with you and not cause you stress; let them leave you; let everything be in their respective places where they truly should.

All things considered, if you're feeling the same way, if you're missing something or someone right now, and you want to leave that sad environment anymore because it's causing you stress, here's what I could tell you:

Let the lessons stay, but let the rest go. You can't carry everything. Know what things to keep and what things to release. Your peace is your utmost priority. Take it easy.

Hugs, everyone! 🫂

— This article is what I am currently feeling right now. I used to write when I’m contemplating and when I’m feeling unwell—this way I can write without thinking what to write. Letting my thoughts flow naturally.