Tag Archive | Freedom

Colonial Mentality : A Hundred year of Slavery

I read somewhere that the reason why Philippines is poor is that: We don’t love our country enough. True indeed.  We blame each other instead of helping. We dislike our government. We desire to see big, beautiful and bold platforms from  our public officials rather than doing something in our own little way to help ourselves. Many people go overseas with the intent of  not coming back to the country they called broken. Isn’t it sad?…

When I went overseas to the Middle East, there was no day that passed by that I didn’t wish of coming back home to the  Philippines. Out there I saw inequalities between men and women. There was very limited freedom to speak, and write and do  what you want. It was oftentimes no fun. Here in the Philippines, liberty is a fundamental right. But we do not value our own. We’re still slaves of the past. We feel inferior and we think that without  foreign aid, we’re doomed.

I love Philippines. I have always do and I always will. I do not understand why there are so many Filipinos who hate being one. I  do not understand why there are many Filipinos who would rather exchange who they are with somebody else abroad.. Its a sad,  sad thing.. I have read many forums and I often found that instead of defending our own we defend others. Why is that?..I do not  understand. We look to our own with disdain with the slightest mistake but we claim those half-Filipinos who made it to the world.

There is so much more to the Philippines. We have rich natural resources, we have great tourism, we have hailed many beauty  queens, we have housed many talents. We have enough.. While people in Africa do not even have enough water to drink;  women in some parts of the middle East couldn’t even ride a bike. .

I hope we learn how to instill in our hearts the sense of patriotism – the love for one’s country. It is our home. Don’t  we know there are many foreign expats out there who admire us? they even write about us. why? because they have seen  something great about us that we probably have failed to see. Where is the undying spirit of compassion and courage that we  show to each other when we face calamities? Do we need the devil to unleash demons upon us to realize that we, ourselves, are our own savior, not others?

Our President has been receiving flak because of his ‘loud’ mouth. Well, at some point, I agree that he’s crossing boundaries too much but I don’t believe that he deserves a ‘psychopath’ label. In fact, I admire his staunch courage of professing love for his own. We are chained to this colonial mentality and we hate the president who is trying to untie us.

We probably are third world country but in no way that we are inferior. I wonder when we’ll ever be truly independent  economically, socially and most importantly mentally.

As long as the Filipino people have not enough spirit to proclaim, brow held high and breast bared, their right to a free society, and to maintain it with their sacrifices, with their very blood; as long as we see our countrymen privately ashamed, hearing the cries of their revolted and protesting conscience, but silent in public, or joining the oppressor in mocking the oppressed; as long as we see them wrapping themselves up in their selfishness and praising the most iniquitous acts with forced smiles, begging with their eyes for a share of the booty, why give them freedom?” ~EL FILIBUSTERISMO

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The Call of the Wild

 

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Sharp fangs flashes as he growls
the thrist to bring death
eyes flames in fury
looking for an escape

He once ruled in his kingdom
the predator in a solitary wild
strength was his armor
never feeling sorry for his fights

One day a trap caught the king
in an iron throne, a crown he was given
yet he rejects the admires
for it is not what his heart desires

he longs of his life back
he was a beast, fierce and wild
freedom is his definition of love
one the master will never understand

The death that echoes in every flight
the chase that severs wretched life
the danger of the wild
now he cries his lonely howl in the night

 

 *Dedicated to anyone who feels the pain of the call to be free*

What it feels like to be FREE

During the weekend, I transferred to a new apartment. I still feel exhausted today, but of course, I need to come to the office.

I started living out at the age of 16. I have lived in many places,(this is my 11th actually), in the provinces, in the big city, even outside the country. I have seen many faces too,  different races, and thus, I had mockingly gave myself the titles :” “Citizen of the World, Batang Palaboy, Sexy Nomad, The Wanderer and Dora the Explorer!’

Being independent is both fulfilling and exhausting. There are times when you are soo tired but you have nobody to fix your bed. You don’t have your Momma to cook you a delicious breakfast. Sometimes you are sick and you still need to stand up because nobody’s gonna buy medicine for you. Sometimes, I get so lonely too and I cried wishing I’m home. I certainly know what it feels like to be hungry, tired and cold and I got nobody. However, I don’t regret the way I chose my life to be. I am learning a lot – new things, new experiences, new strategies to survive. *lol. I believe that if you stay in the place where you are too comfortable, you are not going to learn. The ladies who just wait for the support from their men are long dead. Today, women need to be as tough as they can be.It adds confidence when you know you have the courage to live on your own. I am so lucky to have a very supportive family and I thank them for believing in me in spite of their worries. I have been doing fine on my own for a long time now. I can eat raw rice if that’s the only way for me to learn how to cook. I can fall down, if that’s the only way to strengthen my knees. I can cry so I can know what it means to be happy. I don’t mind having to work my wings. I don’t mind the hardships. I am not scared of falling. It’s always good to be free! I can leave anytime I want,I can go home anytime I want.I am given the privilege to test my own feet’s strength and my own capabilities.I am given the responsibility to take care of myself, to be cautious, to plan for the future and to learn how to get along with others. Sweet! and when the glory of having best friends comes to fore, how could I not love being free? It’s great to have friends. Real friends!

Maybe I am meant to be like this. Moving around, leaving, coming back.. And if Lilo said that she remembers everyone that leaves, maybe I would reverse that to : I do remember everyone I left. I wish I can carry everyone with me but I cannot and sadly I cannot stop changes. Some of the things and people I left, changed, some totally went away. I understand that. There’s always a price for freedom..

I told myself that if one day I get enough finance, I would buy my own house and lot. That dream house I designed when I was in grade school.
I wanted to have my own house, because I never had one..I only had a home..

freedom

Alright, so enough of me blabbering here. I need to go home, unpack and arrange things again.Goodluck to me! 😀