The growing happy tree, is frozen.
It’s raining. I love it when it does…the sound of the earth being washed. The air slowly smelling fresh. Every noise dying down, except the sound of pouring water. All heat evaporates.
A sadness within someone, is soothed.
“Do you still believe that there is hope for our country?” asked my instructor in class one night, “Do you, still have hope for the future?”
He had a point. The corruption that runs so deep in this country, if not in the entire world of man, seems unfathomable.
“Super-typhoons and earthquakes in the Philippines. Tornadoes in America. Waterspouts and floods in the Middle East. What’s next?” my closest childhood friend expressed through Facebook.
All I could respond to my friend was, “Pray, internal revolution in each of us…”
“No, there is no hope. There’s no more hope.”
I can still remember my classmates saying those words to each other in whispers as we passed our responses forward and as the class came to an end.
“You should have hope! You are the youth! You have a lot of the opportunities unlike us (elderly)!” called out our instructor as we students left in pairs, in groups or individually.
But even his voice seemed shaken.
Yes, we are the youth. Only by Divine Decree will we reach the end of our journey unless one chooses to unjustly meddle with it. By decree, we still have “all the time in the world to climb up high”.
Generation after generation, through tales and history it is in the youth that you can find the most fervent, strong willed, passionate, searching, and persevering individuals. People who look beyond the borders of pride, prejudice, ignorant fear- always courageous to tread the thorny path just to diminish their ignorance and grow. They are the crop that strive with value for virtue that will soon turn to the trees that give shade to the next seedlings.
But what is my generation now? And the next that follows? What have we become? What are we becoming?
What am I becoming? What should I be really be doing?
I remember being at a university event when someone I knew to be “full of faith and openness” was asked by the MC, “What can you do to help in today’s poverty?”
That person I knew answered, “It’s not my problem”.
You can guess it. I was shocked, if not petrified. I wanted to puke. Just remembering it breaks my heart and boggles my mind…
“No there is no hope. There’s no more hope.” Those words by my peers echo from my mind.
I ask, why?
I…refuse to believe that.
(PS. TOA- “Thoughts Of an Ahjumma. Thank GOD finally got this part off my chest…)