Love
One can not explain
...these things
It is a beautiful mystery
... that must be enjoyed.
... not solved =)
Most specially
...this one
The one we have.
When the time of testing came
... it is always logical to separate
... but we did not.
There was a time you asked me to.
... to spare me from pain
... that's what you told me.
That was brave of you.
But how could I leave
a brave soul like you?
I can not.
I will not.
It was brave.
It was right.
It was selfless.
It was beautiful.
A Hollywood scene captured and done in Manila.
These things...
These traits...
... is what made you even
... more beautiful.
These things...
These traits...
... specially the ones hidden
... and very private
... the ones in the hearts of hearts
... is what made you even
... more beautiful.
Most specially when you are at rest
... at peace in
... loving a version of me
... no one else sees,
... no one else admires,
... no one else adores.
How could you love a beast like that?
How could you be at peace with a beast like that?
A 21st century Tinkerbell sent to a lost boy from Tundo.
I am humbled.
I am blessed.
I am glad you had the wits
... to know me first.
And I am glad that as you know me
... you loved me after.
Now, I can not see me
... nor can I see you.
Only we.
Only us.
My heart beats...
Beb, Beb
Beb, Beb
Beb, Beb
Beb, you call forth my better self
... to work on becoming a better man.
Alaishu, Beb!
Tuesday
Misery is really a blessing! Really? Promise!
The very feeling of misery is our mark of greatness.
It is our soul's way of telling us that we are better than this. That our very and current situation is an affront, an insult on who we are truly. We are divine beings currently encapsulated in human form = )
Misery is the clanging and heavy alarm bell that signals something is wrong with our situation.
But sadly, we almost always embrace misery. We carry it around no matter how heavy it is. We drag it around no matter how noisy it is.
We think this is the way to live.
Until one day, without an obvious transition, like the sun as it sets on the horizon. We start to believe that.
We get use to its presence... its companionship that it kills the very life it tries to preserve. Misery by design was to be a signal. A blip. But now, it ate life that it became life.
Someone said that in order for us to know if misery has become our lot, our life - try answering this simple question - what is it that we truly want from our lives? What kind of life would we want to live?
If we hesitated. Offered defensive maneuvers. Thought about the answer, then misery is already afoot in our lives. Misery is now a visitor who overstayed its welcome. We need to "tell" it, its time to go = )
Paulo Choello had a glimpse on how to politely ask misery out when he suggested for us to ask - what is your personal legend?
Knowing the answer and doing something that brings our lives closer to the realization of our personal legend is key. It is life. A life to the full.
"Why think like mere men..."
It is our soul's way of telling us that we are better than this. That our very and current situation is an affront, an insult on who we are truly. We are divine beings currently encapsulated in human form = )
Misery is the clanging and heavy alarm bell that signals something is wrong with our situation.
But sadly, we almost always embrace misery. We carry it around no matter how heavy it is. We drag it around no matter how noisy it is.
We think this is the way to live.
Until one day, without an obvious transition, like the sun as it sets on the horizon. We start to believe that.
We get use to its presence... its companionship that it kills the very life it tries to preserve. Misery by design was to be a signal. A blip. But now, it ate life that it became life.
Someone said that in order for us to know if misery has become our lot, our life - try answering this simple question - what is it that we truly want from our lives? What kind of life would we want to live?
If we hesitated. Offered defensive maneuvers. Thought about the answer, then misery is already afoot in our lives. Misery is now a visitor who overstayed its welcome. We need to "tell" it, its time to go = )
Paulo Choello had a glimpse on how to politely ask misery out when he suggested for us to ask - what is your personal legend?
Knowing the answer and doing something that brings our lives closer to the realization of our personal legend is key. It is life. A life to the full.
"Why think like mere men..."
poverty's blessing?
The blessing of poverty is the fact that the 'motivated because of hunger' poor see how the economic system moves and interacts because it is of importance to him. It means life and death to him. A slight movement in the economic system affects him for he is not insulated from any sudden, even if it is the slightest movement, like the 'fat-rich' because of the very fact that he is poor and hungry.
Serious, I hope our economic think-tank really knows what it means to be poor FIRST HAND and not limited to a ivory-tower concept of GDP. Even is GDP is the gold standard of the economic metrics.
The poor does not want luxury. The poor simply wants whole economic system to be stable. Even with high variability. The poor does not even expect fairness. The poor operationally grasp the concept of unfairness. I mean, they are poor already. They get it! The poor also operationally understand the concept of unpredictability. By this, I mean that their whole lifetime is a training in coping with unpredictability of things, like hunger = )
The rich does not get that!
But my hope, and prayer, is for poor people not embrace the preaching that self-worth is measured in how much money one has.
"Blessed are the poor..."
Serious, I hope our economic think-tank really knows what it means to be poor FIRST HAND and not limited to a ivory-tower concept of GDP. Even is GDP is the gold standard of the economic metrics.
The poor does not want luxury. The poor simply wants whole economic system to be stable. Even with high variability. The poor does not even expect fairness. The poor operationally grasp the concept of unfairness. I mean, they are poor already. They get it! The poor also operationally understand the concept of unpredictability. By this, I mean that their whole lifetime is a training in coping with unpredictability of things, like hunger = )
The rich does not get that!
But my hope, and prayer, is for poor people not embrace the preaching that self-worth is measured in how much money one has.
"Blessed are the poor..."
Monday
self-worth as an economic term
If there's something I realize about the current global economic situation is that economic growth is a limited indicator of stability.
The Americans bought and borrowed their way to self-worth. And when the system reached the limits, our current situation unfolded.
Self-worth is a very elusive thing. Honestly, one can only base it on one thing. And that one thing is... Christ alone.
The Americans bought and borrowed their way to self-worth. And when the system reached the limits, our current situation unfolded.
Self-worth is a very elusive thing. Honestly, one can only base it on one thing. And that one thing is... Christ alone.
the Bible's Exodus story and La Islas Filipinas
Some chronology first.
Adam and Eve. Then, Noah. Then Abraham. Then, Isaac. Then, Jacob. Then, Joseph. Then, Moses.
Between Joseph, the Dreamer, and Moses, the Ten Commandments, is 400 years.
And in that 400 years, Israelites, God chosen people transformed to become slaves of Egypt. In all that 400 years, they were enslave not only physically but also mentally. That when the time came for them to be free men, courtesy of God and Moses, they needed another 40 years in the wilderness.
So, what has that got to do with us, Filipinos.
For one, we were enslaved by the Spanish Conquistadores for over 300 years. They enslaved us because they wanted spices. Yes, the things we put on our food. Like Aji Ginisa Mix. Think about how highly we were regarded :- )
And of course, they needed supplies to strengthen the dreaded Spanish Armada.
And during this time, we were transformed from a proud race of Lapu-Lapu and of Sultan Kudarat to Indios.
So, now what?
Well, the Israelites had to learn certain things. God taught them by the miracles they experienced. Think parting of the Red Sea and the manna from heaven. But even with this, the Israelites still insisted in going back to Egypt and be slaves again. Why? Well, they do not know anything else other than be slaves.
Which is also, sadly, true to us Filipinos.
We are still Indios.
We rather have aid rather than trade. We rather be slaves to the homes and offices of the 1st world. Is this all we know?
I know the President is only doing her job when she goes out of the Philippines to seek aid. I know that. I believe that.
But I hope she also knows that because of this, we, are not respected as a race. I had a recent rubbing with a white man. He was surprise that I can actually think.
If Israel had the parting of the Red Sea, we have our Edsa of 1986.
Israel still sinned even though they saw the Red Sea part. Think, worshiping a golden calf.
And we, the Philippines still have our Erap experiment. We still have our Oakwood and Manila Peninsula Mutiny. We still have our ZTEs. We still have our Euro Generals. We still have our Fertilizer scam.
I guess, the over 300 years of being an Indio does not disappear overnight, like in 20 years.
Serious, I think we are learning what it means to be a nation. We have to know, really know, what is right and what is wrong. I just hope, and pray, that we do not go the path of how America became a great nation. I hope we do not go the path of how France became a great nation. If one follows history, both countries went to civil war.
And if you read, deeper, they were lifted from their quagmire because the Spirit moved.
I hope and pray, that when the Spirit moves to the East this time, He does not have the same movement and imprint like in the west, which was civil war.
"Lord, lead us to path everlasting..."
I am not an Indio. I am a Filipino!
Adam and Eve. Then, Noah. Then Abraham. Then, Isaac. Then, Jacob. Then, Joseph. Then, Moses.
Between Joseph, the Dreamer, and Moses, the Ten Commandments, is 400 years.
And in that 400 years, Israelites, God chosen people transformed to become slaves of Egypt. In all that 400 years, they were enslave not only physically but also mentally. That when the time came for them to be free men, courtesy of God and Moses, they needed another 40 years in the wilderness.
So, what has that got to do with us, Filipinos.
For one, we were enslaved by the Spanish Conquistadores for over 300 years. They enslaved us because they wanted spices. Yes, the things we put on our food. Like Aji Ginisa Mix. Think about how highly we were regarded :- )
And of course, they needed supplies to strengthen the dreaded Spanish Armada.
And during this time, we were transformed from a proud race of Lapu-Lapu and of Sultan Kudarat to Indios.
So, now what?
Well, the Israelites had to learn certain things. God taught them by the miracles they experienced. Think parting of the Red Sea and the manna from heaven. But even with this, the Israelites still insisted in going back to Egypt and be slaves again. Why? Well, they do not know anything else other than be slaves.
Which is also, sadly, true to us Filipinos.
We are still Indios.
We rather have aid rather than trade. We rather be slaves to the homes and offices of the 1st world. Is this all we know?
I know the President is only doing her job when she goes out of the Philippines to seek aid. I know that. I believe that.
But I hope she also knows that because of this, we, are not respected as a race. I had a recent rubbing with a white man. He was surprise that I can actually think.
If Israel had the parting of the Red Sea, we have our Edsa of 1986.
Israel still sinned even though they saw the Red Sea part. Think, worshiping a golden calf.
And we, the Philippines still have our Erap experiment. We still have our Oakwood and Manila Peninsula Mutiny. We still have our ZTEs. We still have our Euro Generals. We still have our Fertilizer scam.
I guess, the over 300 years of being an Indio does not disappear overnight, like in 20 years.
Serious, I think we are learning what it means to be a nation. We have to know, really know, what is right and what is wrong. I just hope, and pray, that we do not go the path of how America became a great nation. I hope we do not go the path of how France became a great nation. If one follows history, both countries went to civil war.
And if you read, deeper, they were lifted from their quagmire because the Spirit moved.
I hope and pray, that when the Spirit moves to the East this time, He does not have the same movement and imprint like in the west, which was civil war.
"Lord, lead us to path everlasting..."
I am not an Indio. I am a Filipino!
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