“A nation once poised to soar—grounded by the very hands entrusted to lift it.” Once upon a Republic, the Filipino Dream was real. Not the American kind with white picket fences and Disneyland tickets—but the Filipino kind: a home with hollow blocks that didn’t crumble in a typhoon, a job that didn’t require a passport, a country where your vote
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We say we are proud to be Filipino. We sing the national anthem with our hands over our hearts.We post old photos on Independence Day.We say “never again” every February, then forget it by March.We tell foreigners about our resilience like it’s a badge of honor, not a wound.We say “Mabuhay ang Pilipinas” — but we’ve long buried the soul