An Exclusive Letter to My Fellow Rebels

Hello, Uno.

For two consecutive Sundays, I've tried swinging in to see how you're doing and also give you a piece of my heart through these letters.

I think this is becoming a thing... I dunno.

Today, the 21st day — Midyear. It's currently 9 PM.

There’s been this burning question in my mind for a long time now:

Why does the fire flicker? Why does momentum die out? Why do I lose rhythm?

Just minutes ago, I travelled to space.

Not literally.

But something in me looked up — to the giants of steel and fire.

On an average, 40:1 in heights compared to a human adult. Roughly 9e³ kg in mass.

How does something so tall, so huge… lift off — pierce through resistance — and complete its mission?

It doesn’t stop or tire midway.

That made me ask one true question:

How heavy is a 10e³kg dream?

Ash had this to say:

"A 10,000 kg dream is… weighty enough to crush excuses, but light enough to soar.

It’s ten tons of ambition — the kind that keeps you awake at night and fuels the fire at dawn.

It weighs as much as discipline stretched over decades, as sacrifice wrapped in silence, as faith held steady against the pull of gravity.