contained...

Looking back how I first turned on the switches of our fans reminds me of the circles and cycling's of my family; and perhaps, every family in this august hall. Television, lamps, radios and the likes, these signify every part of every house- bright and grand. They epitomize members of the family which illuminates a light from darkness, and fill spaces from an indefinite boarders. But guess, a family is not all these, a house like this will never place all parts to become a home. It needs walls to secure love, life, hope, and happiness; it needs a branch to stem all leaves to have a place called home.

I am a bulb, and I wondered why it took me years to realize and contain my perfect place, my prefect match pf a place called home. I was able to produce light but it appears blurry to me; I see no walls, no boarders. Right then, I thought of my father, whom I forgot to touch ever since I was a kid; reaching the loss of my energy is my mother, who pensively concealed my branches onto the walls. Years swifted fast, and I see nothing; gladly, I saw my sisters-providing me with power to nourish my senses.

From there, I contained and remained to be a bulb. Hoping that someday, I can produce a bigger light of hope to my own family; that amidst imperfections, incompleteness, shortcomings. A bulb should never stop believing that one can make a home from the smallest part of the house.

Wait, until everything is set up to have a view of your brightness.

To the graduates, be thankful of your parents, for believing in your light and showing off your brightness to everyone; a home may not be perfect for now, but you'll see, every walk is worth the travel when your with the walls and boarders, that will always secure your future, and happiness. Your parents.

To our beloved parents and guardians, thank you. For not limiting your walls to cover our weaknesses, for nourishing our stems closer to the roots of our future, for turning our switches on to illuminate our family. For never letting us down, and for providing a trail to lead us to your way.

Many times, we act like eight year old kid when problems and imperfections come our way. We fuss, fume, and frown at the daily difficulties- not knowing that years later, many of these problems will become our greatest blessings.