I just don't know what it means but life has sure answers...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Of Thousand Absurdities
I know I'm just part of this world thousand absurdities... Lest I become more aware that the life of a stubborn is not so original... I would want something more... I want something beyond... maybe I like something just like mine... Oh, it's really Absurd...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Running Away from Mediocrity
Time goes by as we remain spectators of the ever changing courses in our social phenomena. Things have been easier as more technologies and advancements have undeniably wrapped our consciousness. To help ourselves cope up with the pace of modernity, we see ourselves updating our fashion styles, our gadgets, our infrastructures and even our personal disposition. This is the time when one tends to look just for one’s own personal welfare while necessarily neglecting the common good. We have changed drastically enough to suffice for our personal selfish greed, for new things and consequently, we have taken the opium of modernity that might keep us in high spirits until the surges of calamities overthrow its effects. With this comes the cost that we will not be able to pay.
We have to admit that what I refer here is a crime of which all of us our culprits. As one child facing the entire United Nations assembly says, “We have no solution” to this recurring problem. We cannot just bring back everything in their normal courses. We have no solution to the depletion of the ozone layer. We have no solution to the extinction of animals. We have no solution to the current state of our forest and water reserves. Worst, not even the billion peso emergency fund of the Office of the President can be a solution to alleviate poverty and the continuous slavery of our workers just to earn wages that are not even enough to feed a family of four.
The problem persists even if several organizations have been there theorizing and acting for immediate solutions. The problem persists even if the government consistently claims that its “ten point agenda” is working. They say that all we need to do is to wait for the solutions to materialize and effect change even if nature and the masses cry that we necessarily need the solution now. They say that time will come that all things will be in their proper courses, that their theories of public betterment will work, that the occasional tree-planting activities will suffice. They say that these immediate solutions may be enough while businesses continue to recklessly utilize our natural reserves and even the labor force for their own end.
This is not just about us, making theories and acting a little bit without any commitment at all. This is not just like submitting a term paper that one honestly assumes to be a product of mediocrity and fear for the repercussions of non-conformity. The point is to use our theories to reach out and change the current state of affairs. The point is to inspire others to act.
When we analyze ourselves as students of this ever-beloved College of Human Sciences, we see students claiming to be working on behalf of the human population; those who deal with people’s problems in different perspectives so unequal with what the natural sciences assume. We study theories. We conduct researches to prove our point. We publish magazines containing articles of immediate interest. We claim to have a competent social workers’ course. We establish different organizations that are, sometimes, considering outreach projects just to say that they have complied with what is required by the school.
The point is not just to comply. The point is to effect change and put a stop to what is absolutely enslaving the human population.
Long have I wished for us to unite our forces, to be socially involved, to be of real service not just for our selves, courses, the college or the university. We need to think of something bigger than ourselves and the immediate world around us. We need to realize that around us is an entire human community crying and calling us to make things really better. It is not just about us bearing the magnificent name of the College, as Human Sciences. It is also about us, making a difference for our co-humans and our mother nature. It is about us, embodying the real principles of being ‘really’ socially involved.
We have to admit that what I refer here is a crime of which all of us our culprits. As one child facing the entire United Nations assembly says, “We have no solution” to this recurring problem. We cannot just bring back everything in their normal courses. We have no solution to the depletion of the ozone layer. We have no solution to the extinction of animals. We have no solution to the current state of our forest and water reserves. Worst, not even the billion peso emergency fund of the Office of the President can be a solution to alleviate poverty and the continuous slavery of our workers just to earn wages that are not even enough to feed a family of four.
The problem persists even if several organizations have been there theorizing and acting for immediate solutions. The problem persists even if the government consistently claims that its “ten point agenda” is working. They say that all we need to do is to wait for the solutions to materialize and effect change even if nature and the masses cry that we necessarily need the solution now. They say that time will come that all things will be in their proper courses, that their theories of public betterment will work, that the occasional tree-planting activities will suffice. They say that these immediate solutions may be enough while businesses continue to recklessly utilize our natural reserves and even the labor force for their own end.
This is not just about us, making theories and acting a little bit without any commitment at all. This is not just like submitting a term paper that one honestly assumes to be a product of mediocrity and fear for the repercussions of non-conformity. The point is to use our theories to reach out and change the current state of affairs. The point is to inspire others to act.
When we analyze ourselves as students of this ever-beloved College of Human Sciences, we see students claiming to be working on behalf of the human population; those who deal with people’s problems in different perspectives so unequal with what the natural sciences assume. We study theories. We conduct researches to prove our point. We publish magazines containing articles of immediate interest. We claim to have a competent social workers’ course. We establish different organizations that are, sometimes, considering outreach projects just to say that they have complied with what is required by the school.
The point is not just to comply. The point is to effect change and put a stop to what is absolutely enslaving the human population.
Long have I wished for us to unite our forces, to be socially involved, to be of real service not just for our selves, courses, the college or the university. We need to think of something bigger than ourselves and the immediate world around us. We need to realize that around us is an entire human community crying and calling us to make things really better. It is not just about us bearing the magnificent name of the College, as Human Sciences. It is also about us, making a difference for our co-humans and our mother nature. It is about us, embodying the real principles of being ‘really’ socially involved.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Midsummer's Delirium
I saw myself gasping and panting for my last breath.
I just don't know how to help myself,
Neither do am I aware of what falls after.
I am just a mad fellow asking for anything,
Wanting that one day this fever would stop
The way I pretended it wasn't there at all.
I know I'll fall, but at least I've felt the feeling of weightlessness
I just don't know how to help myself,
Neither do am I aware of what falls after.
I am just a mad fellow asking for anything,
Wanting that one day this fever would stop
The way I pretended it wasn't there at all.
I know I'll fall, but at least I've felt the feeling of weightlessness
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Underground
I am a man untarnished by old age yet I try to be as mature as possible. I am a poet. I am a dramatist. But I have never been an essayist. All my life I am lost. I am belittled. I am a lost sheep. I am an embittered bold lion. I growl but yet I have realized that there is no object for my desire. I am eminently an attraction of despair, of a kind of life of a gullible idiot who utters sheer words with no meetings. I might hurt others… But I’ll never really know and I will never be sorry about it.. I believe in myself. But I know I just lied in saying that.. I know nothing… I can’t even believe in myself… Yes I am a fool but I guess I am better than most fools… But it may not be true… Maybe, I lied… I can’t really be certain… I am in the point of nowhere… I want to reach the finish line but I know I won’t win… I am nothing yet I have my own will.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Come What May
Every once in a while, we are confronted by things that lead us to several choices, of what we ought to do and what we must not do. Today, we have heard so much about problems. And I suppose, what would matter most is not how much time we have spent for this but what we have learned. This gives us the challenge to be more than willing to apply everything not just for the sake of the medical arena but in the service of humanity as well. For all of these would be non-sense if what we have heard or what we have seen would only be placed in the trash bins of our life. What would matter most is the meaning of everything.
There is this simple story by Paulo Coelho that dares to emphasize the meaning of everything we do. The story goes by showing a young man in search of a treasure. He travelled in different places and met different people. But in the end, he realized that the treasure he was keen to seek is just under the very place where he stays during his childhood.
I guess, the treasure that the author is referring here is not mere possessions that are exhaustible but the inner treasure that a man might find even in the dregs of his own heart. This is the treasure of meaning. But we cannot realize this type of treasure unless we try to go to places and meet people. In our local terms, those people are supposed to be our friends. We try to find the meaning of ourselves, as part of our profession, through these people by giving them the service we ought to give them. For once, we are not learning so much stuffs just to pre-occupy our neurons and keep them working. We do this for a greater purpose. And hence, by doing so, we find the meaning of our very self being students.
There is this simple story by Paulo Coelho that dares to emphasize the meaning of everything we do. The story goes by showing a young man in search of a treasure. He travelled in different places and met different people. But in the end, he realized that the treasure he was keen to seek is just under the very place where he stays during his childhood.
I guess, the treasure that the author is referring here is not mere possessions that are exhaustible but the inner treasure that a man might find even in the dregs of his own heart. This is the treasure of meaning. But we cannot realize this type of treasure unless we try to go to places and meet people. In our local terms, those people are supposed to be our friends. We try to find the meaning of ourselves, as part of our profession, through these people by giving them the service we ought to give them. For once, we are not learning so much stuffs just to pre-occupy our neurons and keep them working. We do this for a greater purpose. And hence, by doing so, we find the meaning of our very self being students.
Weird Thoughts of an Ex-seminarian
Can I trust you with something? This is not actually a top secret. Nevertheless, I don’t tell it just to anyone else. But since you are my classmates and I love you, I will. Well, this is actually a rendition of the weird thoughts of me being an ex-seminarian so I don’t expect everyone to understand what I am talking about.
My first dilemma when I went out of the seminary is the fact that I have to answer the question, “Why did you go out of the seminary?” not just for one time but I guess, for every now and then. And it’s quite irritating that it is as if I owe everyone an explanation and I need to answer each and every sub-question thereof like “do you have a girlfriend?” or “do you plan to go back?” Hello! What I wanted to say then is it is none of your business anymore. But to be more kind and patient, I’ll just control my temper, wipe off the sweat on my forehead (because it’s as if I’m on a hot seat), and answer with a big smile on my face. Anyways, their final comment that “you are too good looking just to be a priest” is quite rewarding. If they say the latter with all honesty or it is just to appease the time they have consumed, I really don’t know. But if they tell the truth, it is an assurance on my behalf that if in any case that I will decide not to go back in the seminary anymore, at least, it would not be hard for me to court someone else. And in the end, if my would-be wife will be beautiful, then my children will surely be beautiful.
But do you know what I miss most in my former life in the seminary? It is not the daily eggs you get for breakfast in the refectory (because if you are in the seminary, you’ll probably have boiled eggs on Monday, a sunny side up on Tuesday, a scrambled one on Wednesday, torta on Thursdays, omelet on Fridays, salty eggs on Saturdays and “itlog ng pugo” for Sundays). I am also not referring to the way I have to pull myself out of my own bed every 5:30 in the morning for me not to be late for morning prayers. Neither do I refer to my brother classmates who seem to know every crazy way to make me laugh… and cry.
You know what I can’t get over to until now? It is the simple feeling of contentment, something that gives you a serenity that you are on your way to what your heart desires. How deep? But you know, despite this longing that seems to be an assurance that I’m really for the clerical life, I’m still proud that I decided to go out of the seminary. At least, I have given myself a chance to realize the most important thing that I should look forward to in my seminary life, it is the unwavering desire to search for what my heart really wanted.
My first dilemma when I went out of the seminary is the fact that I have to answer the question, “Why did you go out of the seminary?” not just for one time but I guess, for every now and then. And it’s quite irritating that it is as if I owe everyone an explanation and I need to answer each and every sub-question thereof like “do you have a girlfriend?” or “do you plan to go back?” Hello! What I wanted to say then is it is none of your business anymore. But to be more kind and patient, I’ll just control my temper, wipe off the sweat on my forehead (because it’s as if I’m on a hot seat), and answer with a big smile on my face. Anyways, their final comment that “you are too good looking just to be a priest” is quite rewarding. If they say the latter with all honesty or it is just to appease the time they have consumed, I really don’t know. But if they tell the truth, it is an assurance on my behalf that if in any case that I will decide not to go back in the seminary anymore, at least, it would not be hard for me to court someone else. And in the end, if my would-be wife will be beautiful, then my children will surely be beautiful.
But do you know what I miss most in my former life in the seminary? It is not the daily eggs you get for breakfast in the refectory (because if you are in the seminary, you’ll probably have boiled eggs on Monday, a sunny side up on Tuesday, a scrambled one on Wednesday, torta on Thursdays, omelet on Fridays, salty eggs on Saturdays and “itlog ng pugo” for Sundays). I am also not referring to the way I have to pull myself out of my own bed every 5:30 in the morning for me not to be late for morning prayers. Neither do I refer to my brother classmates who seem to know every crazy way to make me laugh… and cry.
You know what I can’t get over to until now? It is the simple feeling of contentment, something that gives you a serenity that you are on your way to what your heart desires. How deep? But you know, despite this longing that seems to be an assurance that I’m really for the clerical life, I’m still proud that I decided to go out of the seminary. At least, I have given myself a chance to realize the most important thing that I should look forward to in my seminary life, it is the unwavering desire to search for what my heart really wanted.
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