Archive for August 2015
Darkness. . .
Anywhere I look. . .
Is Darkness. . .
I can still remember, the last long weekend had passed
without any light. It’s full of darkness, from the road up until our house.
Everything is shrouded in darkness.
“Has it always been this dark?” I asked myself.
I walked and walked. Neither a single soul is to be found
nor a glimpse of light or a sound. Every lamp post I passed is like a distant
past.
Suddenly I came to a stop, as my feet where about to snap.
“I’m tired. . .” with a sigh I murmured.
How ironic to think that I used to climb these in the past,
yet here I am catching my breath just like collecting scattered dusts.
I stumbled upon a large rock and from there I sat.
How long do I need to climb? It feels like I’ve been
climbing long enough, yet I still cannot find the top. Do I even need to keep
going? Is there any point in going on? These thoughts have bothered me while I
rest.
“OH! You’re earlier than I expected! Shall we go?” a man
asked.
I stared blankly at him. His face seems familiar.
Suddenly I recognized him, “OH! Uncle!” I said.
“What, already tired? You’ve still got a long way to go.
Let’s go!” he said.
And so, I decided to carry on.
As we were walking, something whispered in my mind.
“What, already tired? You’ve still got a long way to go.”
These thought have echoed in my mind like a giant bell being rang.
“What if I stop?” I asked.
“Think about this. If you stop now, would you be able to
know what’s on top?” my uncle answered with a smile.
I looked up at the sky and I saw the stars. “The sky will
never be the same again.” I suddenly uttered these words.
We continued to walk and as we go higher, the journey
becomes harder, from paved roads to rocky paths. Every step I make, the more I
can feel my weight. Every breath I take, rushes me to my broken state.
“Still alive?” my uncle asked ridiculously.
With a laugh I answered, “I guess I’m still alive but barely
breathing.”
While laughing at each other, my uncle suddenly point at
somewhere.
As I look to where he pointed. . .
I was shocked and amazed at the same time.
I saw the light coming from the city. It was so bright like
a rising sun, full of blue, yellow, orange and white color that lightens up the
dark night. And above them, the stars twinkle like a Christmas light beside
comes the moon which looks like she had just awoken from her slumber.
With a sigh I said, “Such a perfect view!”
I never thought that it was this good. . .
“So was it worth it?” my uncle asked.
I answered with a smile,” Yes it was! It really was worth
it!”
We stayed there for a while and after a couple of minutes we
went home.
As I entered the house, I suddenly realized that it’s still
dark, even darker than before.
I looked outside the window and there from the house of our
neighbour, I saw it!
“Eureka!” I shouted with joy.
But is it really true?
With a spark of joy and hope, I stared at it.
Was it really Hope? Happiness? Heaven? LOVE?!
With heavy breath, I took my step.
One after another.
Slowly.
My heart beat faster and faster.
I felt excited at the same time terrified.
I suddenly came to a stop.
I reached for it slowly.
And just before I open it, I shouted with confidence, “Let
there be light!”
Then
There was light.
Last August 17, 2015, We attended a forum that promoted an upcoming movie entitled Heneral Luna, a film about the Filipino-American war and the late General Antonio Luna, and discussed to us many different things about being a bayani and about General Luna’s life. They showed us the achievements the Luna brothers earned during their youth. We were moved just by seeing some of their great works, but we also felt somewhat useless. Those people being able to achieve such goals at the same age as we are made us ask ourselves “What have we done?” And so we came up with an idea of what we will be publishing on our second whisper, a topic about heroes. Do heroes really exist or are they just humans like everybody else? Did people made heroes up to retain the hope that is obviously diminishing at the time being? I sometimes ask these questions to myself. And now I will share to you what my mind whispers back.
Before I say anything that’s in my mind, let me
first tell you a story.
“Once upon a time, 33 small countries fought
together against an empire. One day, a rebel troop visited a man named Joseph,
who lived with his daughter. Owing debt to the troop, he gladly accepted their
plea for help. They headed for a cavern in the snow field. With Joseph’s help,
the troop defeated the adamantoise in
the snow field cavern and acquired the Goddess Bell they needed to enter the
empire’s castle. On their way home, they fell into a trap set by a traitor.
Joseph gave his life to save the troop. The troop left without telling Joseph’s
daughter, Nelly, about the tragedy.” However, there are 2 endings for this
story, the Human and the Hero, and it all depends on how you see it. The Human
says “Historian's explanation: The fact that they didn't report Joseph's death
to his daughter was indicative of their guilt for failing to protect him. In the
end, heroes are also human.” and
the Hero “Historian's explanation: Although Joseph's death was not reported to
his daughter, the manner of his death speaks for itself. This is the story of a
true hero.”(Final Fantasy IX)
For me, I choose the human ending. I feel that the
Human ending is more credible. I believe that everyone is human. I keep
thinking that it is absurd to entitle someone a hero because we are all equal,
we are all the same. It is very similar to calling someone smarter than
another, mightier, prettier, or even eviler. Who are we to give names? If we
are all equal then we shouldn’t praise one’s work and criticize the other’s.
Yeah, for sure someone may have done better but that doesn’t mean that the
others didn’t give their all. Maybe the so called Hero went beyond the limits,
but what about the others who were not recognized? So our society is picky with
the people we give respect to? A society that recognizes results more than
efforts. How about the doctors? The doctors give all they got to save people
yet they receive way less attention than those in the showbiz industry. It’s
easy to talk about people on television, but it’s hard to personally say that
your loved one has passed. It’s easier to criticize in a blog rather than doing
the real thing in real life. I know I am not in the position to say anything
but this is the whispers in my mind.
Heroes, for me, are just fantasies created by people
to make us believe more in hope. I am not saying that I hate hope, but people
with power use the hope we cling into to hypnotize and use us. The comic book
superheroes emerged when it was a time of war, a time where heroes are needed,
a time where hope was lacking. And I see the same thing with the people who
were named heroes. At first I believed in heroes, but I saw people used us
while we cling on hope. Promised us that they will change the future, but there
wasn’t any.
So, to sum it up, I am not saying that heroes are
dummies or lies. I am saying that heroes are just title people give to the
character at the end of the story. For me it doesn’t matter if people treat you
as a hero or not, all that matters is that we give our best. The finale does
not tell the story. We should learn from the story of heroes, but let’s not
forget that everything depends on us. Let those heroes be inspirations.
Now I ask you. Do you believe in heroes?
~ Dizzy is Justice~
Nag aanyaya ang isang tinig sa maraming mga tagapakinig,
Naghihintay ng pagsusuri sa iba't-ibang damdaming tagapakinig.
Hayaan sana ninyo na sa iba't-ibang istorya kayo ay maantig,
Upang mapukaw ang kaginhawaan sa puso, lalo na sa isip na nanlalamig.
Nais naming ihandog ang iba't-ibang larawan ng karanasan,
Na marahil ay bihira lamang kung ating mapakinggan.
Tunghayan sana ito upang masumpungan ng mainam,
Ang tunay na kwento sa likod ng isipang mapanglinlang.
Ibabahagi rito ang malawak na nalalaman,
Sa loob ng sintidong hindi madalas mailarawan.
Lahat ng paghihirap, sakit at kaginhawaan,
Sisikaping mailabas sa istorya ng dahan-dahan.
Sapagkat aming nababatid na tayo ay tao lamang,
May mga saloobing iniinda na hindi palaging ipinapaalam:
Umiiyak, nagagalit, tumatawa, nasasaktan,
Nagdurusa, naninibugho at nagdaramdam.
Iguguhit sa isip ang iba't-ibang katha.
Lahat ng damdamin ay ating itatala,
Upang maraming saloobin ay ating magunita,
Magsisilbing gabay sa ating mga paghusga.
Lahat ng alinlangan ay gagapiin,
Upang ang mga ito ay hindi na tayo pinsalain,
Kaya ang mga paglalahad na aming gagawin,
Sa ating kapakanan ay magandang simulain.
Malalalim na pag-iisip sisikaping tunguhin.
Pagdududa at takot susubukang alisin,
Upang mamulat ang tamang isipin,
At mawatas lahat ng mga suliranin.
Ang iba't-ibang mga karanasan na aming iuulat,
May iba't-ibang kulay at anyong nararapat;
At ang lahat ng mga bagay na maisusulat,
Mangaghahandog ng siphayo sa atin ng sapat.
Kung kaya naman sa ganitong mga kaparaanan,
Hayaan ninyong ikaw, ako o tayo ay magkatulong-tulungan.
Pakinggan ninyo sana lahat ng aming karanasan,
Upang kung maging magkapareho ang saloobin, kayo ay aming madamayan-
Sa paraang nalalaman ninyo na amin kayong naiintindihan,
At pagdating sa amin sana'y kayo ay gayon rin naman.
At dito magsisimula ang aming tunguhin-
Ang maglahad ng mga bulong na di dapat biruin.
Mga bulong na di natin madalas kilatisin,
Ngunit di natin batid, sa ating pagkatao ay may malaking papel din.
Ang nilulunggati nga nitong mga bulong,
Sila ay pakinggan, ang sagot ay may tanong.
Baka rin kasi hindi namamalayan, humihingi na ng tulong,
Sapagkat hindi sila makawala sa kalagayang nakakulong.
Huwag naman sanang takpan ang tainga't damdamin,
Marahan sanang pakinggan ang lahat ng mga saloobin.
Ganap naman na aming patuloy na sisikapin,
Makabahagi ng mga kwento na makabuluhang kamtin.
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