I have often dreamed
Of a far-off place
Where a hero’s welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I’m meant to be

I have often blogged of my yearning to do what I was designed to do, of my search for a purpose, of my looking for a place to belong. In the past half decade, I’m slowly narrowing it down. The operative word there is slowly... Sigh. Mostly via trial and error (witness me jobhopping all over), a few times through sheer kakulitan or the more nicely termed perseverance (masteral classes and choir).

But sometimes, I hear that voice say clearly, Yes, or This is it. Like last August 8. More often though, I hear that same voice say No, Not yet, or Move on. Like today.

I’ll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev’ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I’ll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I’ll see it through

So I continue connecting those crazily scattered dots and find that they veer all over the map. So I keep on giving and going that extra mile…and discover that the road ahead disappears into the horizon. But gradually, the picture is coming into focus. That the journey is the end, not just the destination. That people come and go, things are found and lost, and events happen for a reason. And that there will always be crossroads where I have to trust that voice and choose where to next.

And I won’t look back
I can go the distance
And I’ll stay on track
No I won’t accept defeat
It’s an uphill slope
But I won’t lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero’s strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don’t care how far
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero’s welcome
Waiting in your arms…

Right where I belong. I may be all confusion and angst at the moment, but I know what I want. And it is worth going the distance and waiting a lifetime for.