It's OK

For the longest time I thought this was very important. For the longest time I thought this would spell- out everything.

Honors! Being on top of the class list. Not until I learned my sister's depressed because of this. I, on one hand, had been over it.

Since I started going to school, I would reap honors. From gradeschool to highschool I would be part of the top students. Not until I went on college. It was a bitter pill to swallow that things aren't the same as before. It takes more than just an ounce of effort. Now, I got over it. Thing is, Honors wouldn't always be everything. Pride? It is more than just it. Honors, for some reason or another, could only do so much.

Knowing that my sister's frustated because she hadn't been in the honors list the second time in a row is appalling. She is very affected. I know, I felt this many times back then. I feel for her. I hope I could do something to ease her pain.

I learned this without prior warning. I got into college. Felt like I could conquer the world and continue the so- called glory days of my highschool. But fate had different plans. The glory I fancy about wasn't didn't follow suit. Worse, the tables were turned. It fell right smack on my face.

Realization could really hit you hard. Bad thing, I wasn't ready for it. But for Mac-mac, she has all the time in the world to be ready. To recover. To achieve more than just getting her name pasted on that bulletin board. I learned this the hard way. I am hoping, she wouldn't delve into this much. Get over it and conquer the world in her own way.

This, really, could only do so much. It won't spell- out everything. Pride, fame, honor? I will just last as the sweet euphoria would. I wish my sister could be over this soon. I wish. As for me, I would be at her back, pushing her up when her knees would wooble. I'll be here for her, for them. Always.