Selective Justice, Selective Sympathy–> A Honest Reminder How Hypocritical We Can Be 

Social Media has brought people together

It has also brought people apart.

The Internet has taught a lot of good people what our selective media can manipulate into the masses,

It has also become a medium for evil…

But most of all, it brings about the most potent medium wherein we can be the biggest hyprocrites…

If we cry for Paris…

We should cry for the people of Syria, Kenya, Rohingya, Palestine…

The people in our streets that we seem to ignore because of unvalidated fears…

 

But I’ve seen the best of people shine even better through this….And THAT reinforces my Hope.

Surely, it’s these lights that we should focus on.

 

Light your candle. Like the moon, even stars can light the sky if they shine together.

 

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~GrowingTree

Morning musings: Trees and Growing up

It’s nearly a week since I’ve earned my license.

And as the days pass by, I’m still taking it in. More than 13 thousand people like me took that exam. I am more than blessed to be of the less than of it to have passed.

Just this morning, just after I had finished preparing breakfast and mopped the floors, I thought how familiar the sounds of the outside of our apartment have become to me, venturing up to this point. From the humming of the tricycles or the thrumming of the jeepneys that passed by our street, to faint chirping of the birds flying above who knows what, to the sounds of people getting along their day whether for work or for school. All these sounds and the sounds of the province my family and I had left behind for a nearly half a year now, were the sounds I had grown accustomed with as a student or a fresh graduate, striving to earn her license so that she might find a good place in oh-so-tumultuous economy.

And now, she has. Now, though those sounds that may be so routine, something about the one listening to it has changed.

I wonder what a tree “feels” when it’s finally stretched out it’s branches out into the open, each twig covered with leaves, now ready (?) and facing all the elements. Does it the feel the same way as I do?

I wonder if it’s the same with what a newly and fully grown cheetah feels after it’s mother, who had raised him/her, must let him/her now face the wilderness all on his/her own?

Now I’m an adult, and can be capable of finally providing for myself, giving back to my family….giving back to society.

Like a fully grown tree, ready to bear fruits or flowers or cones or whatever potential that has been placed within.

But though it may be able to stand now on it’s own it has to always be connected to the earth, strong in its own roots to stand long. Like as it was a seedling, it will always need the same elements and nutrients that it needed- probably even more. It will always need the care of the one that planted, and nurtured it ’till full growth.

But forget that, and it soon will wither and break in face of the elements. Sometimes right after so much less than it took for it to grow, or sometimes much longer.

Ah, look the time!!!

I better get going~

I pray you all have a wonderful day everyone!

Lessons from the Railways| Thoughts of an Ahjumma

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(Credit to The Philippine Daily Inquirer for photo)

I always am blessed to learn or to be reminded of something good while taking the MRT. But today was quite different.

There are almost a handful of things I was reminded of or taught about while experiencing another worse-than-packed-sardines-MRT day. (Which is almost like everyday, except Sundays XD)

1.Our society is very much like this kind of MRT day. People pushing,impatient, all desperately racing to get their destination, not minding that others like them are on this same platform as well. Literally, and figuratively speaking.

They’d push, they’d do almost anything to get on that train. I strongly think that 2/4 of the frustration comes from not giving others the chance to get off first. (The tramcar is obviously full, how could one get in when others haven’t gotten off to give next passengers actual space??)

Would anything change if we push ourselves into an already jam-packed vehicle? Are those few secondss we lose just to let others off first really so important? Won’t we lose more when we fight and almost push others off the railway?

This mentality of “my welfare first”/“i have my problems too” is a major reason why we ain’t moving as a society. 

“No man is an island” is something that I believe talks more than just individual loneliness. It talks about how we all, despite being unique, are interconnected. In fact, it’s our uniqueness that helps us connect and helps us collectively more forward.

2. Reminded again to never judge a book by its cover. Just because that person looks so “sacred” that he/she can’t be corrupt.

Such kind of person was next in line to me. Making way for someone getting off, I was pushed out and then that person got in first. I laughed at the encounter but it made me sad, since they’d be like one of those people many would expect to act with more patience & decency… whereas if I would have worn a veil slightly different from theirs, society would probably just go “Oh she’s of ‘them’. Rude, is expected”. (Prejudice is something terrible to have)

3. Despite all the frustrating ills we have as human beings there’s still hope. Most grateful to the security guard who let me go first -even after I was pushed out of the queue, giving me an exception even when others would have protested. He saw what happened  and calmly explained even the commuters’ hot tempers. Without his help, I probably would have ended up at the end of dreadful queue. (I know because none of those who were next to me in line moved an inch to let me get back in line after being pushed out.)

“There is still hope”. If only we could all learn to be like that security guard. If we could stop being stubborn in being pessimistic. If we could learn to let ourselves have sympathy/empathy again. That the plight of others is not their fault entirely. Especially in this society, we in differing degrees are responsible.

Reminds me of that commuter who laughed at Pnoy for trying to implement “tuwid na daan”/(pursuing the) “straight path” and all who still believed in it. That person said,  “He’s a fool! What straight path? It’s nonexistent. In this society? Ha!”

I wished I could’ve spoken out then.

Because the only reason we can’t seem to get on a straight path is because we have chosen to believe that such path doesn’t exist. We laugh at others ACTUALLY doing what they can to change. When we should pity ourselves for not being concerned,giving up, doing nothing.

4.  Last is something I’ve adopted after taking the MRT quite often, if not regularly.

In a competitive society, the pressures of everyday life can come from all directions- pushing you, squeezing you ’til you can’t seem to breathe.

  Letting these pressures get to you won’t help. Letting the anger of others get to you won’t help. Breathe despite all of it. Adjust what you can, but never loose your footing, your zen within. I’ve learned to calmly let others be when it seems there’s nothing I can do now to change the situation. And to smile, even it can be painful.

Because it might seem such a long ride, but as long as you keep patient in doing what you can, your bound to get to your destination in time.

-Growing Tree

Song Speak | Dream by Raef| Eid Wishes and Reflections

Second post today. Actually I’ve been wanting to post this ever since I first heard it. But I didn’t have the time.

And I believe that posting this isn’t in the wrong time at all.

The essence of Ramadan is to hone the purity of the soul, to help in the chipping away whatever it is the withholds it to reach the true potential of the human being…

To shake our inner being so that we may see with the eyes of the heart, and think beyond the boxes society has placed upon us.

To rid us of food, material enjoyment and reign in our desires with a command stronger than any political law, so that we may see that these things are not what really matters…

To get put the base ego and desires into the command of the soul so that we, as a race, may realize the “Dream” we all share regardless of color, age, and culture.

And it is in the coming of Eid that this realization is celebrated. Eid being the culmination, and the gateway for the souls to be reborn into a stronger force within the human body’s vessel.

I believe this song by brother Raef reflects what I’m trying to say in a much more effective and clearer medium for many today.

Too many times I’ve walked through these streets
Wondering where we went wrong
Our hands alone can feel so helpless and weak
But surely with yours they’ll be strong
Our problems and fears will soon disappear
If we try hard enough they’ll all be gone
Brothers and sisters, it takes each of us
Together we can overcome!
We shall overcome

Dream your biggest dream
If we dream enough together we can make it real
And lend a helping hand
What we keep won’t mean anything, once we’re gone

Eid Mubarak!!| TOA

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In every journey is an end, and at its end is a new beginning…

It has ended…The Month of Mercy which opened the eyes of our souls and hearts to see Hope despite the seemingly  endless trials, to rekindle the spirit compassion, and to realize the true value of what we have…

May Our One True God continue to shower His Mercy, that we may preserve the gift of True Love we got to glimpse of for the number of days that sped us by like a blink of an eye. May He preserve us until the Day we meet Him, for that will be the Day of Endless Celebration of Pure Love and Thanks.

EID MUBARAK!

-Growing Tree

For the Children (part 1)

Children Of The World by Romero Britto

I want you to know you are beautiful.

No, not because you have those eyes,

No, not because you have that skin,

No, not because your house is this,

But in you is a blank art-piece.

Pure, untouched, responsive to Love.

You who within, God placed a Promise,

That this world may understand His Message.

His Message of True Peace.

-Growing Tree

Once there was a little girl. A bright young girl. Full of energy, full of wit, full of kindness. Like everyone, young and old, she yearned for love. And from her family, she received so much. Soon, she had to go to school.

Everybody was excited. She had gotten top grades, and was promising according to her teachers. But her family didn’t know of another pain she would face. They wouldn’t have imagined it…

One day at home, she looked through her mother’s dresser. She took out the powder, and shook so much of it out and into her palm. She covered her face, she covered her limbs and ran to her grandmother and mother.

“Am I beautiful now?” she asked.

And she isn’t the only one.

[to be continued]

If only…

When we finally realize that the evil that wreck our countries, our cities, our towns and our homes….

have nothing to do with race, gender, age, skin color, height, weight, culture nor faith…

Then we could finally find ways to defeat this evil and heal each others wounds.