Blue over red.
By default, I was taught about the color positioning of the Philippine flag at a normal state; the moment it turns upside down, the country is at war. Pretty simple if you think about it—but not when you are threatened by the thought of it.
Unity is at risk as I write this. Rebels untamed, houses in flame, people in pain. But I'm not here to add to the existing complaints, rather to refresh a wish not worth giving up on—hope.
Hope to cut off cruelty and violence and chaos; to calm the hearts of those fueled with hatred. Hope that all who are lost be guided; that we be reminded that they can take away possessions, properties, lives, but they can never take away our hope.
We will hope.
Hope to recognize humanity even when it hides itself, to give love no matter how many times we see its absence, to restore faith despite claims of its impossibility, and to seek for strength even when it gets transformed into nonsense cowardice.
We will continue to stand because this nation knows well enough that rough times call for solidarity. We will continue to grow and expect a tomorrow, knowing that living in fear will only make them win. We will continue to believe that this nation is our home, and our home still has something good left in it.
We will continue to hope.
Hope that at a time when we are pushed to be divided, we will be united. At a time when we lose everything, love will not be part of that everything. At a time when the country is crying, peace will win and blue will stay above red, always.