Prior to this post, I was trying to recall my past experiences as a student leader in the university. I can’t believe that it has already been three years since I first started my journey as a student leader. Indeed, a lot of things happened, most of them were unplanned, and yet here I am, still doing the same thing that has brought joy and tears in my life. Whenever I think about it, I can’t believe it has been three years already. Some of my friends would often tell me, maybe the reason why I’m not in a relationship is because I have committed myself fully to the council. Three years of committing myself in a council that has given me bittersweet memories. And now, I don’t know if I’m ready to let go.
When I lost the election, I did not cry because someone else won. I cried because I don’t think I was ready to let go of the council. I cried because people cried for my loss, and I believe they felt how hard it was for me to see someone else lead the council that I have loved for the past three years. I was not devastated, but I was not okay either. Still, I kept my feelings to myself because I wanted to be strong for others. I was very vocal about my love for the council. I love the council not because of the perks but because it loved me back. The officers loved me back. The students loved me back. The work, no matter how stressful it was, I felt that it loved me back (because it clung to me almost everywhere I go LOL). Some people may not understand it, but it takes a great deal of passion, commitment, discipline and determination to last in the council. And most of all, the council requires the heart of a student leader to bring it to life. I believe I possessed it all, but still like any other love story, someone had to face rejection. I guess for this story, it was me who got rejected.
The only thing that’s keeping me sane after everything that happened is the students. A great number of students and student leaders are still here to support me. They still love me, even though I feel that I am in my most unlovable state. When you think about it, I’m still the loser. Even if they say “you’re my chairperson”, it won’t change the fact that I still lost. But then I remember, someone told me that anyone can deal with victory, but only the mighty can bear defeat. And it enlightens my mind, and eases the pain in my heart.
There are nights when I would ask myself, had I played differently, would I have won the battle? But then I know it would be a waste of time since there’s nothing I can do about it now. The only thing left for me to do is to accept and let go. I’m happy that I’m ending this chapter with a lighter heart because I know I did everything I can to defend the council that I love. Not because I’m loyal to it, but because the council is something you fight for until the very end. I’m happy that I’m ending this chapter without bringing other people down or without spreading false rumors. I’m happy that I’m ending this chapter without insulting other people or the council itself. I’m happy that i’m ending this chapter without tearing the hearts of others or dividing the group. I’m happy that I’m ending this chapter knowing that I played a part in uniting the student leaders from different parties. I’m happy that I’m ending this chapter knowing that I fought not just for the ordinary students but for all the students, including the student leaders of this university.
I have invested three years of my life in the council. And I have worked hard to be in this place. No one can take that away from me. But maybe in the next academic year, it’s time for me to invest in something else. It’s time for me to let go. But letting go does not necessarily mean forgetting. The council will always have a special place in my heart. And as the line from the movie goes, “I can never unlove you. I just love you in a different way now”. This is not the time for good bye, but it’s time for me to move on. I believe it’s time for me to dream another dream. It’s my last year and maybe I should focus on myself. I don’t know. But one thing’s for sure, I may have lost in my bid, but I am never defeated. You can still see me elsewhere, I still don’t know where, but I know you’ll see more of me.
To end this, I would like to share to you my short conversation with one of my Seniors. I asked him, "Do you think Bicol University will remember me?”, and he answered, “They will remember you- even in the years to come”.
And it was all I needed to hear.