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Month: March, 2012

Weekly Weekender: Magpatay ng ilaw

Madilim ba? Wala namang ibang dapat gawin this weekend kundi makiparticipate sa Earth Hour, at maki Palm Sunday, at syempre dagsain ang naglalakihang SALE sa metro!

Have a productive weekend everyone.

Why People Steal, Tension of Opposites, Choices, and other stories

why do people steal

Why do people steal? What reasons are there to justify someone that stealing should be done? What do we know about stealing? And in what possible way do we equate stealing with moral values?

I recalled some thoughts from the book The Kite Runner where the father told his son that there is only one sin- and that is stealing. When you choose to lie, you steal one man’s right to know the truth. When you choose to kill, you steal someone’s right to live, and so on.

I believe that stealing should be broken down into more of an ANALYSIS than to be swallowed whole as a MORAL THREAT. Some people steal because they’re unfortunate enough to have money, some people steal because of obsession,  and some steal to survive.

Analyzing the previous paragraph- all reasons will be shut down by one single truth we all know- stealing is a sin. This thought is a social norm that governs our living, to promote security. But let’s dig deeper, forget all about the norms of the society and think as if we are the first born humans with no rules to follow.

Some will steal, because not all of us have guts to work hard, because some of us are driven by envy, by lust, and by the thinking of being higher than the other. We are humans, we never get contented, we want more and more. It’s like Adam and Eve stealing God’s trust and eating the apple. It’s like the movie with the popular line “Dahil ang mundo ay isang malaking Quiapo, madaming snatchers!” which portrays the act of stealing someone’s husband and why should you fight for it. Here, tensions to own something are both pulling from opposite sides.

Some steal because of certain psychological reasons, some gets satisfaction for doing it. I’ve heard before that someone steals to get attention, some have no control to tell themselves that the society will punish them, and some chooses revenge.

Some steal because they want to live another day, they want to feed their child, they have to survive. This reason particularly is something I find worth stealing for. It’s like in the movies and series where a mother says “Pwede n’yo akong husgahan bilang tao, pero hindi nyo ako pwedeng husgahan bilang ina…” (You can judge me as a person, but you can’t judge me as a mother). If that mother chose to steal food or money just to feed her dying child, then maybe she really had no choice but to be a mother.

You see, the social norms divide a person into two parts- a moral part and a legal part. In the case of the latter, a person divided into being a citizen and a mother. In a book by Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie, it explained the tension of opposites:

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.“A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.”

There it is and later Mitch asked, “So which side wins?.” Morrie answered, “Love wins. Love always wins.”

So that’s how our world goes, we are forced to abide by the rules to be legally and morally treated well, but when we get to choose only one, we choose something many people wouldn’t understand.

So the next time one person steals, let us not judge immediately. Sure it’s wrong to steal and hurts to have the loss, but we all have a choice to make. Let’s just be careful always.

Good Morning.

Note: This post does not intend to promote stealing :) FYI, Quiapo Church is located in Manila where there are several snatchers around.

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Mga Bata sa Alapaap Kabanata 2

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mga bata sa alapaap kabanata 2

Kung mayroon mang bagay na maghahalintulad sa gawi ng probinsya at gawi ng Maynila, isa na rito ang mga tricycle. Isang pamamaraan ng transportasyon. Sa probinsya namin ay walang taxi, tanging jeep, bus, at tricycle lamang ang pampublikong gamit para sa mga pagba-byahe, hindi ko lamang sigurado kung mayroon bang tren. Nagbabalik sa aking isipan ang programa sa telebisyon na “Home Along Da Riles” sa tuwing iniisip ko ang mga tren, and pag-alog ng kanilang bahay tuwing may daraang tren, at mga gulong ng sasakyan na nakapatong sa kanilang yerong bubong– bagay na di ko alam ang gamit noong bata pa ako.

Heto nga’t nakasakay ako sa tricycle at papuntang palengke, mamimili ng mga gagamitin at kakainin ko sa mga susunod na araw. Nasa isang apartment ako,  mas pinili ko ang apartment kaysa isang condo unit dahil mas mura subalit maganda ring isiping naka-condo ka dito sa Maynila. Ngayon, di na uso ang sariling bahay at lupa, kasi sa sobrang laki ng populasyon ng Pilipinas, hindi na sapat ang espasyo para mailaan ang isang parte ng daigdig sa iisang pamilya. Ang solusyon? Pagpatung-patungin sila. Tulad na lang ng apartment na tinitirhan ko, nasa third floor at marami ring kwarto na katabi. Pero kung iisipin kasya naman tayong lahat dito eh, kung madedevelop lang sana lahat ng mga lugar. Isang rason na rin siguro kung bakit hindi madevelop lahat ng lugar sa Pilipinas ay dahil isa itong kapuluaan, parating may bahagi ng tubig na puputol sa isang malawakang plano.

Isa sa mga bagay na nagbabalik ng aking kabataan ay ang pagsakay sa maingay na tricycle, nakakangalay na pagupo sa ‘back-ride’, at pagtilamsik ng tubig sa iyong paa kapag umuulan. Di ko maiwasang sumagi sa aking isipan si Kuya Bernard, ang kwento ni Elsa, isang hapon na hindi ko rin malilimutan.

Si Kuya Bernard ay isang tricycle driver na kinuha bilang service namin noong kami ay nasa kinder. Tatlo kaming sinusundo niya, si Earl, si Elsa, at ako. Mabait ang driver na iyon, akala mo’y tatay mo kapag susunduin ka sa umaga, nakikipagkwentuhan kay nanay, at binibigyan kami ng candy kapag may natira siya. Noon akala ko may iba pa silang ginagawa pagkatapos kaming ihatid, ‘yun pala ay buong araw silang papasada. Mura pa ang gasolina noon, mas marami pa siguro silang naiuuwi sa kani-kanilang pamilya.

Nagkasakit si Elsa isang araw, mga Nobyembre iyon at dalawa lamang kaming ihinatid ni Kuya Bernard sa iskwelahan. Sinabihan siyang hindi muna makakapasok si Elsa ng ilang araw dahil sa kanyang pakiramdam. Noong pangalawang araw, hindi pa rin sumabay si Elsa, subalit nagulat ako nang dumating siya sa klase ilang oras matapos itong magsimula. Ihinatid siya ni Aleng Rosita, kanyang ina.

Naging maayos ang lahat, sinundo naman ako ng nanay ko nung hapon kaya hindi na ako hinintay ni Kuya Bernard. Kaya lamang, nalimutang ipaalam kay Kuya Bernard na pumasok na si Elsa at kailangan n’ya itong hintayin para ihatid pauwi. Si Earl naman ay nasa ibang section kaya hindi niya alam ang nangyari.

Pagkalabas ni Elsa sa klase ay hinintay niya si Kuya Bernard sa may paradahan subalit isang oras na ang dumaan ay wala pa rin. Nagsimula na siyang mag-alala at maglakad ng pakonti-konti, pinipilit alalahanin ang daan pauwi. Dumukot siya sa magkabilang bulsa ng kanyang uniporme subalit wala siyang pera, tanging biskwit lamang ang kanyang nadukot. Nasa tabi ng simbahan ang aming paaralan, mga 3 kilometro siguro ang layo nito sa bahay nina Elsa.

Nang nagdesisyon siyang maglakad pauwi, mangiyak-ngiyak niyang tinahak ang daan at pinagmasdan ang paligid. Nag-ingat siya mula sa mga sasakyang dumadaan at nang makarating siya sa may parke sa tapat ng munisipyo ay nabighani siya, bihira lamang siya makapunta doon at naaliw siya kahit papaano. Di niya inasahan ang pagkasalubong sa isang baliw na gumagala doon, natakot siya at nang makita siya nito ay kumaripas siya ng takbo dahil hinabol siya ng baliw habang tumatawa. Walang masyadong tao noon sa parke kaya’t nagtago siya sa may tindahan ng pansit at nang mawala ang baliw ay nagpatuloy siya.

Sa sumunod na kanto ay nakita niya ang mga asong gala na tila gutom na gutom. Mga asong dahilan kung bakit mabaho ang lugar na iyon. Nag-alinlangan siyang magpatuloy subalit walang ibang daan. Dahan-dahan siyang lumakad at kinagat ang dila. Naaalala ko pang ako ang nagturo sa kanya noon, isang paniniwala na ginagawa ko pa rin hanggang ngayon. Napasigaw siya nang tumahol ang aso at linapitan siya, nanginginig na siya sa takot nang bugawin sila ng isang lalaking nakaupo sa kanto. Nakahinga siya ng maluwag at dali-daling tumawid.

Hindi na niya ikwinento ang lahat ng detalye sa akin, ngunit sinabi niyang umiyak siya nang napakalakas nang makarating sa kanilang bahay. Magulo ang buhok, pawis na pawis, tila ba ginahasa siya ng magulong mundo na hindi niya inakalang haharapin niya ng mag-isa. Niyakap daw siya ng mahigpit ng kanyang ina, ang kanyang ama ay nasa ibang lugar at doon nagtatrabaho. Halos umiyak na rin daw si Aling Rosita nang malaman ang nangyari. Nagpaumanhin ang kanyang ina at ipinangakong hindi na sya makakalimutan ni Kuya Bernard.

Natakot din ako para kay Elsa at paano kung nangyari iyon sa akin. Hindi ko alam ang daan pauwi sa amin. Baka hindi ko rin nakuha ang tapang na nakuha ni Elsa kung sa akin nangyari iyon.

Hinding-hindi ko makalimutan ang kwentong ito, isang pagtanggap sa mundong aming ginagalawan. Isang mundong marahas at malupit sa mga taong hindi pa gawi ang pamumuhay rito.

(itutuloy)

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One of the most captivating poems I’ve ever read, with epic Visual Imagery, about TRUTH (read it)

Note: This post has no artwork because it is has a lot of visuals once you read it. :) A poem made by my friend.

EVIDENCE

by Leng Rebolledo

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)

It is there, veiled behind the world,
suffused in the brilliant golds and reds
of an eternity of sunsets,
always cool, always shifting
like the cascading breeze of early evening.

It is there, when sunflowers show
their comic blond heads, smiling coyly
at the gorgeous sun,
laughing their lilting contralto laughter,
like symphonies descending,
pattering on this silent earth,
and relief emanates with a sigh.

It is there, amidst the red-green fronds of the sea,
dancing their eternal ballet, shackled
to the soft grime of their watery universe,
dancing, waving like
a million prehistoric children
lifting their hands, palms up,
begging for the cold sun’s bread.

It is there, when the wind like a lover caresses
the veined skin of a lone mountain lake,
blissful and blithe,
then, in a blink of an eye,
transforming in frothy might:
the gray monsoon comes
like a woman screaming in delight,
its terror unceasing, ravaging,
continuously turning
the wheel of death and life.

It is there, in the meek brutality of animals,
in the satiation of hunger
and the protection of home,
in the natural truth that
one must die so another may live;
a cycle
telling us in a more or less inevitable way
that life is not meant
to be bitten piece by piece
but to be swallowed whole.

It is there, in the eye’s periphery
each moment we clasp each other’s hand
and warmth, memory, and spirit are shared,
flowing life in our blood, shared amidst
our lives of smog and neon suns revolving,
and I find no other treasure, no other image in such
gently heaving mirror but yours.

Only then,
at that instance,
at that pause,
at the sudden onrush of breath,
when the red waits for the green,
when a setting sun and a rising moon share the same sky,
when the sudden gift of rain blesses a summer afternoon,
when a glance is everything and grace is enough,
only then will truth
undo her veil, reveal her eyes.

The Food We Eat, and Theories about Population

the food we eat

Most of what you are about to read are theories but it’s still interesting :)

In line with the advancement and globalization happening around us is time killed, fast-paced environment, rush hours, deadlines, and ticking clocks. People adjust to these things in order to survive and one thing that’s compromised is our health.

For the business side, these things became an opportunity to make tons of money; what we have now? Foods that are turning into crap. I’ll be specific to talk about fast foods and other junks. When I moved to Manila, time went so fast I got trouble chasing it and being in it. Because of that I adjusted big time, I ate in fast food chains, got used to air pollution, and lessen my sleep hours. Those are basically the things I found very differently when I was in Baguio.

I think that these things are all interconnected to controlling the population of the Philippines. I once read an article years back that one way to control population and increase death rate is through bad food.

True enough, statistics show that there were 20 out of 100 adults of both sexes who were overweight 1998. The figure then increased to 24 and 27 out of 100 in 2003 and 2008, respectively.(1)  This proves that we are constantly and increasingly taking in foods that are not helpful in maintaining our health.

I also believe that one way for us to not avoid these junks, although health experts reach out to public to lessen or stop eating junk foods, is because of the pleasure it gives to us. For example,  french fries as the favorite snack of most of my colleagues, tastes good. But there’s more than meets the eye, behind the good taste is a large amount of lard, salt, and other stuffs we don’t know about. More than 50% of the 250 calorie snack contains fat.  There was this experiment where a couple of fast food items were stored in a shelf for more than 130 days, and after that, the foods didn’t decay. Gross! Foods high in sodium will have a low decay rate as sodium acts as a preservative.(2) So imagine yourself eating french fries everyday and storing all stuffs in your body, you might not need a formalin anymore when you die (laughs).

Think about it, I believe that although a person is lazy and doesn’t move much, there’s still a lesser possibility of being obese or overweight when he’s taking in nutritious foods. But another problem arises when we talk about selecting good food. When we try to look closer, vegetables and fruits sold in the market are grown using chemical fertilizers which are also not good for us. These fertilizers are preferred by farmers in order to yield better productivity. Organic products are sold with a higher price so middle and low classes settle for the least expensive.

So I ask, what the hell is the government doing?

I never felt the government in control with this issue. The best way they can do is advise, but they won’t ban it- because it’s a saving grace for our population control. It’s a way to conserve resources and somehow fight the problems on poverty. It’s like the issue on cigarettes, I think that if they really care about the people, then they should have banned the cigarette industry- but NO. Why? Well for some reasons, a lot of people die from it (in a way, a good thing). So they just put some signs on the pack saying it’s dangerous to your health so that they appear to be so concerned and moral. Same is true with alcohol.

After I found out about these facts, I stopped eating french fries, lessened intake of ice creams and sweets, avoided fast foods, lessened alcohol, and started cooking my own meals.  Some people won’t do what I do because they don’t have the time, they have to work and earn money.

Well from that I’ll give you one of the lines from “An Interview with God” that I will always remember:

“What surprises you most about mankind?”

God: That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health.

Good Morning.

We are Reincarnated Ants

reincarnated ants

I’ve been thinking lately about reincarnations; still undecided of whether to believe it or not. In this post, I’ll try to consider it true. Reincarnation is the belief that after death, our soul is believed to return in a new form, it may be a human being, an animal, plant, etc.

While in the process of absorbing this poetic thought of reincarnation, I was also observing the human nature. Connecting these two (reincarnation and humans) I came up with a silly theory that humans are reincarnation of ants.

ANTS, reincarnated to humans?

It’s kind of funny but the way we behave is actually a lot like ants. We consume our everyday lives walking along streets and we’re like ants passing here and there with our antennas bouncing off to one another. This thought, based from the movie Waking Life, says that we are on Ant Auto-pilot; like there are commands we follow only for survival reasons and doesn’t require us to be more human. We walk and do not care about the people we meet on the way, we only think of ourselves and how to survive everyday, and just enough actions to keep the community running. There are no confrontations because we’ve settled on the fact that “we don’t talk to strangers”.

Wake up, eat, go to school or work, do stuffs. These are some of the commands  and I believe that in what we do in a day, only a little part of it is actually humane. If that’s the case then we’re really not that much far from animals after all.

When something bad happens and we’re not directly affected, we shrug our shoulders off and just continue, just like when some ants in the colony gets lost or killed. We are all focused to getting satisfaction, yearning praises, collecting material things; disregarding what the Little Prince has taught us- “what is essential is invisible to the eye”.

So from this, let’s all try to learn to be more human in our actions, one with compassion, sympathy, and concern for one another. When that happens, in our next lives, we will become better reincarnations.

 

 

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Mga Bata sa Alapaap 1

Basahin ang Ang Panimula | Talaan ng Nilalaman

Mga Bata sa Alapaap

“Monumento!” Isang lugar na araw-araw kong naririnig mula sa konduktor ng bus kapag nag-aabang ako ng masasakyan dito sa Guadalupe. Kung iisipin, malayong lugar na ang Monumento kumpara sa mga lugar na aking tinatahak sa aming probinsya noon. Mahaba nga ang EDSA, isang kalsadang binabaybay ang kamaynilaang binabalot ng polusyon, kahirapan, tao, naglalakihang mga gusali, at mga pangarap. Hinabi na rin dito ang maraming kwentong aking natuklasan sa araw-araw na pamumuhay dito.

Naupo ako sa kanang bahagi ng bus, dahil mag-isa ako, mas madaling kumibo kahit na may tumabi sa akin. Kapag nasa tatluhang upuan sa kaliwa, minsan maiipit ka sa gitna, at hindi ko gusto ang pakiramdam na iyon. Wala rin namang bago dito, malamig- kung minsan parang freezer; may tv-on-board kung tawagin pero paulit-ulit na pinapalabas ang mga DVD nila, at mga pasaherong di mo malaman kung ano ang iniisip- may lutang, may babad sa earphones, may tulog, at may nag-iingay. Marami na rin akong naranasan sa pagsakay ko ng bus: nakatulog at nakalampas sa paroroonan, nanakawan, napagbintangan ng konduktor na hindi pa nagbayad dahil naiwala ko ang ticket, natapunan ng inumin ng aking katabi, at kung anu-ano pa. Mayroon pang isang pagkakataon na matapos kong mapanood ang palabas na pelikula, pinababa kami lahat dahil nagkasira ang sasakyan. Lumipat kami sa kasunod na bus at nalintikang parehong palabas ang nasa TV ng bus na iyon. May mga nagpi-preach din sa loob, ‘yung tipong walang pakialam kung gumewang-gewang sila basta’t maiparating nila ang mabuting balita ng Diyos- tapos sa huli ay manghihingi ng abuloy.

Binungkos ng Maynila ang iba’t ibang kultura ng Pilipino, nariyan ang mga Ilokano, Tagalog, Kapampangan, Bisaya, Muslim, mga tipikal na Manilenyo, at mga Koreano at iba pang foreigners. Di ko maiwasang ikumpara ang aking kabataan sa mga nakikita ko dito ngayon. Tila naiwan na ‘yung dating gawi at sumunod na tayo sa yapak ng teknolohiya at sa gawi ng mga kano. Isa sa pinakamalaking pagbabago na aking napansin ay ang paggalang. Isang bagay na pilit itinanim sa akin ng aking mga magulang. Ngayon, unti-unti nang naglaho ang paggalang sa matatanda, paggalang sa bayan, paggalang sa batas, sa kalikasan, sa tao, sa hayop, at sa kung anuman- pati na rin paggalang sa sarili. Ang mga batang babae ngayon kung manamit parang nagbebenta na ng kaluluwa sa napakabatang edad, nagmumura parati, napakaingay kahit nasa isang bus- iyong tila kailangan marinig ng lahat ang kailangan nilang sabihin, gumagala kung saan-saan, kahit sa mismong gitna ng kalsada, naghihintay ng masasakyang jeep at hindi magbabayad, hindi na ginagalang ang magulang, at talagang napadpad na ang utak sa mga bagay na di pa rin nila lubos na nauunawaan. Tapos sa huli ay nais nilang igalang sila- kahit di nila maigalang ang kanilang sarili.

Isa sa mga nagpapaalala sa aking kabataan ay isang babae na hindi ko na nakita mula nang lisanin namin ang probinsya- si Elsa. Magkaklase kami, parang magkapatid na rin dahil sabay kaming lumaki. Magkaibigan din ang aming mga magulang. Hindi ko na siya nakausap sa mahabang panahon na nagdaan, wala na rin sila sa probinsya at di ko alam kung kanino ko maaaring makuha ang kanyang contact number. May mga bagay din akong di na nais balikan kapag tungkol sa amin ni Elsa, maraming pangyayari ang aming nasaksihan, karamihan ay masaya at malaya-mga bagay na di ko na makita mula nang magkalayo kami.

Hanggang ngayon ay hinihiling ko na magkita kami, magkausap lang kahit konting minuto pero hindi yata talaga ako pinagbibigyan.

“Excuse me..”, sabi ng isang babae na palagay ko ay nasa kanyang mga trenta anyos. Agad akong tumayo para paupuin siya sa may bintana. Ang isang ngiti ay sapat nang ibayad nung siya ay nagpasalamat. Di ko namalayan na nasa Megamall na pala ang bus, nagbabaan na ang mga tao at marami din ang sumakay. Palubog na ang araw ngunit tila nagsisimula pa lamang itong sumikat. Ngayon nagiging pangalawang tirahan na ng tao ang mga mall. Tuwing walang pasok lahat nagpupunta dito, subalit konti lang sa kanila ang may pambili. Lahat nakaporma, ngunit konti lang ang original brand ang suot, lahat kumakain, pero hindi lahat afford ang fine dining.

Umaapaw na ang Pilipinas sa mga bagay na napaka- babaw. Hindi mo alam kung bakit, pero naiintindihan mo. Alam mo kung paano pahintuin pero hindi mo magawa. Tila nagbago na nga ang mundo ngayon, isang paraisong nababalot na ng mas makabagong pamumuhay. Subalit hindi lahat, ay nagbago. Nakasisiguro ako…

(Itutuloy)

Juana Change Impeachment-Related Video, Prejudice, Black Propaganda, and Improper use of Social Media

Juana Change

I’ve seen this video (Juana Change- Ang Totoo) the past week but I havent got the chance to blog about it then. The video came to me like the Rh Bill Video, a funny way of presenting their thoughts because they knew that being too serious would cause the public to reject them.

The video is basically saying that Corona is guilty, yes you heard it, they’re stating the outcome of the impeachment while the impeachment is still ongoing. What do I call it? Idiocy. The video also gathered many dislikes  and negative reactions because of the same reasons that I have.

I am quite believing that Corona is guilty, but a part of me tells me it’ll be fun if he’s acquitted. Although I have already some conclusions in my mind, I don’t try to give a prejudice to the issue by using social media and black propaganda. The video has gone way too insensitive to be putting their ideas to their viewers without certainties of what is happening.

Is it right to spread through cyberspace all that you are thinking even if it’s wrong? If you answer YES then you should be ashamed of yourself, you are disrespecting the constitution. To simplify, let’s make “due process” the bottom line of this. Corona has a right to due process, because if he does not then we have a very weak constitution. Moreover, this impeachment trial is to decide whether it makes our constitution stronger or is it a threat to our constitution.

We all have the right to use the social media to make ideas reach a wider range of audience but if this is how you will use it then you should be banned from it. The video looked like an impeachment trial where during the first day of the trial, they all said Corona is guilty. They didn’t put a room for discussion, deliberation, due process, and law. That is how irresponsible this video is and that I why I persuade my readers to not believe in this video even if you are in favor that Corona is guilty. 

If you were in Corona’s shoes, would you be glad to hear that a viral video ( saying you’re guilty)  is spreading all over town while the FIRST DAY (for example) of Impeachment is ongoing? Especially if you know true to yourself that you are not guilty. Probably not.

So let us wait for the final result of this case, state our opinion but only based only on what is factual. Let us use social media the best possible way because the constitution is at stake. Let our prejudice be balanced by open-mindedness and let us not condemn. We all deserve justice.

Good Morning

6 Lessons from a dog

I happened to come across this site and found some of the simplest things to learn from a dog. I wanted to write more about it but it’s as simple and as profound as how you see it. Here it goes.

1. Give and accept affection, freely and open.

2. When someone kindly prepares food for you, devour it smiling like it’s the best meal you’ve ever eaten

3. Always be curious about the world around you, especially when new people come into it

4. Take Naps

5. Forgive friends who doesn’t have time to play

6. Go out of your way when they do

Good Afternoon!

Weekly Weekender: Changing the World, Possible?

Ever wondered what would have happened if you did not start to read this and you just focused on your research? That if you did not read this, you finished what’s due tomorrow, you can sleep earlier, and then you’ll wake up earlier as well? Because of that, you won’t get late and you’d be able to submit the research on time? That you’d be the highest in your class and then your parents would be proud of you and you’d find a very satisfying job?

Have you ever thought about these things?

Funny how I observed this lately, we sometimes push ourselves to the limit just because we’d like to change the way things are. We wanted to sacrifice our life just to taste a bit of that one “CHANGING MOMENT” which will change everything. What we don’t realize is that we have always changed the world unknowingly– subconsciously. We try to always look on the side where we are always noticed, or if not, where we always find ourselves in a dilemma of choosing to do what is right and what has been right for wrong reasons.

Humanity has a lot of ways to change the world, and the world goes with it. We always think that fate and destiny has been planning all these, that the Almighty has set the boundaries of our existence. Maybe we can say this is right, but free will has been given— and after free will, everything is never a choice. Or is it not?

We don’t have to be like Newton to be known as someone who changed the world through his field, that’s old school. Now it’s just about thinking critically of our actions. Because in every little thing we do, another life has changed.

Am I confusing already? See…? If you did not read until this point you would have not try to think about this over and over again, and maybe you can think of other important things. You’d sleep with no worries and you could have sent that email your instructor is requesting you.

It’s a ripple effect of how our little actions transcend into something bigger, something even we can’t control. But it’s not for us to be afraid of, because we’ll still do something in the end. Maybe choosing what to do is best.

So it’s not only possible to change the world, we always change it.

A thoughtful Friday!

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