Rainy Monday mornings and officially declared as “no work due to inclement weather” would always seem like a bonus, but when it continuously rains like the clouds were on unlimited mode, that’s when we all get worried.
I’ve read a favorite line that somehow I’ve forgotten now reminded :
If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.”
You know what happens when we look at ourselves become proud of what we have? we develop a sense of entitlement.
We are lulled to a sense of security that in our small minds we think we are invulnerable. Unfortunately we are not. We are pounded into puniness by acts of God and in our haughtiness, question its reality.
Funny how we Filipinos, or maybe the collective mankind at that, acts with a sense of impunity on things we think are entitled to us. I wish I could spit on the face of the Napoleses for acting as if they own the hard-earned money of the nameless, faceless Filipino masses. Now they run like fugitives from law.
If the congressmen and high government officials were part of the whole scam, and if Socrates rings bells of truth, I pray that they would suffer, both from the arms of true justice and the constant conscionable reality that nothing will ever last forever.
Now from the lingering pain of corruption, I saw again a lingering pain of apathy.
As the rains fell and the floods came near sky-high, our affected communities shouted for rescue and removal from danger. Relocations and food rations, again became either the political platform, image build up or just plain goody exposure.
Somehow sincere service and actual help were weaved along those lines, but we cannot separate the wheat from the chaff and the symbiotic relationship is consciously or unconsciously tended.
It just gets to me that, how come we never realized this when we were throwing muck carelessly at creeks, open drains and city rivers. Somehow we always thought someone else would clean up the mess we made. We actually thought that tributaries were designed to carry our excesses away from our daily lives.
Maybe not me, or you in a single occasion but collectively, as part of our daily lives, I suppose we actually did this to ourselves.
I wished work will be called off for the past couple of days because of bad weather, wish granted. Unfortunately, it took toll on the meager food stock. I have to go out and buy but the roads were closed due to the floods. So, we suffer… Socrates is a muck 😦
Now that, in a natural cycle of nature or should I say law of irony, the same muck we threw away came back to haunt us.
We cannot always have what we want, sometimes in Life we have to lose something to gain something and I never thought I’d learned it so explicitly from days before.
Change will always be there to haunt us. The only thing we can do is accept the reality. When we finally get what we truly want, the best we can do is to be just good shepherds. Keep in mind everything we have right now is not ours.
In what we have, we can only keep and take good care of until our time comes up and we turn all of this over to the next.
We can only hope they can do better than what we did, our story is nearly over, theirs have just begun, but for those who will yet to come, I pray they see the beauty that we saw, tell the stories that we lived, keep the lessons that we learned.
I hope we all change for the better, if not, those that has yet to come, may not be able to come here or see this lifetime anymore.