entitled "Ang Lumang Paintbrush" or "The Old Paintbrush". What struck me most about it is the value of
something or someone although thought to be old and useless yet great results can still be achieved.
Sometimes, I think of myself as a nonsense, irrelevant and unimportant person in this world. My
mind comes up with things like, "Why should I be considered important in this world when in fact many
are better than me? ", "What is my purpose in this world?", and "Why am I still alive? I know everyone
can still live their life without me." In those moments that I doubted my existence and purpose here in
the world, I always cry. It's as if no one cares for me and that no one loves me anymore and there came a
point that I wanted to give up in my battle, my life. Those thoughts were contrary to what my heart says.