“Love is an illness to a woman with goals,” as they say.
Joy Marie Fabregas: a character proof of the inconspicuous thought that being ambitious carves your grit to pursue your dreams. She’s highly goal-driven to the point that love is the last thing on her life list.
For someone who pours blood, sweat and tears every day — surviving as a domestic helper entirely for her loved ones and setting aside her yearning for a better career says nothing more than a woman who disregards her own heart; who knows that the world is immensely wide enough for her to explore, yet, chooses to remain in a place of practicality.
Maybe that’s why she’s immensely relatable. That we, humans, can be courageous enough to set aside our personal longings to move fast in a world where the rush threatens our time to act.
And the other reason?
We fall deeply in love that it makes us crazy enough to think that we shouldn’t. Why? For most, it slows our time to act; to take on jobs for a salary, marching to any opportunity that will compensate the salary, and the additional space in our mind to squeeze them in our already large thoughts.
But of course, love will always find its way to you. In unexpected ways, where pushing it further just pulls you closer to it.
It consumes us.
That’s why I understand Joy.
We limit ourselves to falling in love because we’re always chasing something.
We hold onto this belief that we can’t fall in love because it’s similar to a cliff of endings to something we already started.
But just like Joy, a person who always sets her eyes on the road, can sometimes be hit with a love so unforeseen, it touches the hidden layers of her heart.
And before we know it, we encounter a setting so beautiful that it leads us to this feeling of being stuck.
Her character is a reflection of those whose greatest loss is their potential.
