This is not a feel-good story about rising effortlessly to the top. It is a struggle to carve out a ray of light in the darkness. As he gazes down at the city from the top floor of City Hall, countless souls who have struggled just like him hide within the outlines traced by neon lights. He measures the dirt roads of the grassroots with his patch-covered shoes, trading the bruises from beatings for a glimmer of justice. In the end, he understands that a career in officialdom is never about climbing the ladder of power, but about the repeated rebirth of one’s original ideals in the mire.
