2.1.13

On History


It's something I made for my sister, but I was struck with the gravity of what I wrote that I need to keep a copy for myself to slap with every so often.
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...it is important to understand that the different ‘ages’ are marked by developments in Philippine culture and history, rather than specific dates. The evidence left behind in prehistory gives us a glimpse of life and times of the people in that era. The shift from the crude, jagged Paleolithic blade to the smooth, shiny Neolothic one was an event that occurred in infinitesimal steps, not one that can be pinned down to a specific date and time

That being said, we can extend that line of thinking to events beyond Philippine history, both past and present. That the Spaniards discovered the Philippine Islands still stands whether we say they discovered it in 1512 or 1513 is irrelevant the overall : what matters is that the event happened in a specific point in our history, created by infinitesimal events and created a multitude of events itself – each fixed only in its relationships with other events.

Moreover, what we gleefully ignore when we think of history as an event that happened on a specific date is that we are creating history as we speak. All of our thoughts, words and actions contribute to what will be perceived as history, may it concern those close to us or shake the consciousness of many. All it takes for something momentous to happen is for enough people to move in a certain way, our own People Power have shown this as truth. Now the only remaining question remaining is this: what history are we going to create for ourselves?
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What history will I create for myself? Will I look back and smile? Or will I cringe at the destruction my actions have taken me? Only my decisions at which paths to take will decide, and in the end, I hope to say to myself, "What you wrote ain't too shabby, not too shabby at all."

27.11.12

Shiftless

Hey, long time no see! How's life treating you? Well, that's good then.

Me?

Uhh...

I don't know.

I'm (all-but-the-diploma) graduate. And to tell the truth, I'm scared. Terrified of the world that awaits me. Of the world that I have less control than...than I ever had before. I have no name to speak of,  no work to boost myself, even less to brag. I'm afraid that I'll just be the airhead that thinks he's made but in truth, he barely made a baby step.

And if it can;t make me feel worse, it's exactly the time that I have no one to journey with. Everyone is just behind me, or just in front. Never in step, never in sync. It's the first time that I am truly, truly, conscious of the fact that I have to fly solo.

(But that's not saying I don't get any help. I wouldn't be here if not for my guiding lights and buffering winds)

I hope it's just growing pains.

Joyeux anniversaire, mon ami.