Alec Babala

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I believe in making less and connecting more. I'm passionate about bringing people together through effective learning and communication. I also hold experiences racing bikes across North America, Western Europe, and Southeast Asia.

Forbes - 30 Under 30, 2016

Then One Night

A candle dimly lit up a room. This candle enjoyed the view from where it stood. It spent its time admiring the warm scenery, flickering around with the shadows, and imagining. And when it got too hot, it unlit its flame and in the darkness, dreamt of lighting up the room again. Then one night, an entirely new light shined on the room. It lit the room in ways the candle never could have imagined. The colors a new tone, the shadows a new shift, the vision a new.

The light bulb turned on and admired the vivid scenery, and it too imagined. And it saw the warm light casted by the candle, and watched as it flickered with the shadows. The scent of the candle had left an entrancing aroma in the room.

It was silly love at first sight as they spent their time taking turns lighting up the room, sometimes at the same time, and imagining together.

Then one night, the light bulb saw the candle getting smaller, the wax dripping. The candle continued to stay lit up without a worry in the world. From the light bulb’s view, it feared the one night the candle will no longer be lit. The light bulb decided to always stay on, so that the candle would not have to anymore. The two enjoyed the view together for a very long time.

Then one night, the light bulb began flickering and sparked off. And for nights the light bulb was afraid that it never going to turn on again, but it did. The light bulb never wanted to turn on for more than it once had. So the candle stayed lit so that the light bulb can too enjoy the room from her light. And so the light bulb did.

The candle again enjoyed the view from where it stood. And it spent its time admiring the warm scenery, flickering around with the shadows, and imagining. And when it got too hot, the candle continued burning and in the light, dreamt of why the light bulb does not want to turn on.

And it stayed this way for a very long time, until the candle ran out of wax and did not light up again.

The light bulb lived in the dark room. Dreaming only of a reason to turn on once again. Then one night, an entirely new light shined upon the room.

Walk the Walk

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