I can remember a time when it would bother me when people would take too long to reply to my messages, or would be unreachable whenever we needed to make plans. Or times when it would feel disconcerting that someone had suddenly become, without any warning, strangely quiet. My life would suddenly become imbalanced, and I saw an urgent need to try to make things right again.
Any adult who’s been in an interview will have heard this very popular question at least once in their life:
Where do you see yourself five years from now?
With everything that’s been happening in my life right now, I can’t help but look back at how my life was back then. To quote something I wrote five years ago in A State Of Felicity, “A lot of things had changed.” And it’s the same now.
Life is short. Too short, for some. In the long and winding passage of time, our lives are merely fractions of everything that has been, everything that is, and everything that is yet to come.
Everything is temporary. Grass grows and withers dry. Flowers bloom and blossom, until the last of its petals fall to the ground. We live, and then we die.
There’ll be days when you’ll find yourself stuck in a rut. It’s still the same activity you’ve been doing for months now, but this time, you find yourself getting less and less interested with it, and more and more detached from the whole thing. You’re slowly becoming this joyless black hole of negativity, and what’s worse, you’re now starting to spread pessimism and apathy to the people around you. Continue reading
In a world where pictures can be photoshopped, where memes can be easily created, where videos can be spliced and edited to show just one side of the story.. In a world where the news can be bent to serve personal interests, where surveys can easily sway the undecided, and where public opinion can be influenced by anyone with a penchant for drama, let us not be easily swayed by what we see on television, or hear on the radio, or read about in the paper, or discover through social media.
“A sense of shared destiny”
This is what I love about Miriam Defensor Santiago, and what makes her stand out from the rest of the presidential aspirants. She intends to inspire every Filipino to be part of nation-building, to be part of the solution. Not just bystanders watching from a distance, waiting for something to go wrong. Not just apathetic citizens just going about their daily lives, who couldn’t care less what happens to the nation.
Even if you don’t have anything profound to say, or even if you have no idea what’s going on, sometimes all that really matters is that you’re there for your friend in times when you are most needed.
They say the future isn’t written in stone, and that anything can happen in this lifetime. That in front of you there lies a hundred paths, with each path branching out to more different paths. The horizon is wide, and your choices are multiple.
For a few days now, I’ve been observing the same turn of events unfolding right before my very eyes. At first, I found it mystifying; I was intrigued with the whole thing. I mean, everyone seemed to be so drawn to the drama that they were seeing in front of them. And why wouldn’t they be? It all seemed so sweet, so romantic, so innocent, so.. adorable.
When I first read on Facebook that there was a city-wide festival in China where many dogs were abducted and butchered to be served as meat dishes, I didn’t want to believe it at first. I mean, dogs are adorable pets that all people love, right? Well, okay; I know for a fact that some people here in the Philippines eat dog meat as appetizers in their drinking sessions, but I’ve always believed that there couldn’t be anything worse than that.
I realized I was wrong when I learned about the Yulin Festival.