Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Be A Victor Not A Victim

Inner Compass


BIMBO CABIDOG

Have you had the feeling of being born loser? Do you always have that buffeting thought of never winning in any of life’s battles? Reverse the spell. Be a winner. How? Here are a dozen tips.
1.       Accept bad fortune. Don’t spend a life denying or futilely refusing it. When hard times set in, bravely come to terms with reality. Screaming that it can’t be happening won’t help.
2.       Navigate the turbulent straits, as you sail the calm seas: with calm in mind and willingness in heart. Don’t keep yourself to the easy route avoiding the hard one. Life goes from one crisis to another. Nobody said it’s going to be a joyride all the way. There’s no such thing as success with no hitches.
3.       Solve the problem. Because you grin and bear it, don’t say you aren’t going to do anything about it anymore. Nay, accepting misfortune and accepting it as an irreversible fact of life are two different attitudes towards the problem, though they seem alike.
4.       Never give the win. Sometimes evil and adversity are too overwhelming that we no longer see redemption. We think that the only recourse is to resign ourselves to them. Wrong option, it is the supreme design that they always don’t triumph. Don’t make an exemption by letting them.
5.       Hang on. Be still there when fortune reverses. So, there appears to be no way to beat it, no matter how you believe in Michael Jackson. Hang your hands up? Nope, let the bad situation hang itself. Nothing is permanent. No condition is forever. Don’t be missing when good luck arrives.

There were times when I and my family spent a whole day eating boiled bananas bummed on salt. Misery would be made worse by desperation and the painful thought of my folks going through it. But once accepted, we took a relaxing breath. Two days after, we were eating fried chicken.
6.       Plod on. Indeed, you accepted. But that is one thing. The other is forebear, don’t surrender. Yes, a crushing blow can’t be anything but a crushing blow. So you fell. Down on the floor, you can no longer fall. You can only rise. Get up!
7.       Dispel the fatalistic tendency to stay down, for you believe that’s your fate. Nope, to be down forever is neither your lot nor that of anyone. To be on one’s feet again after stumbling is.
Real life is not a boxing match. No referee is going to count you out for a knockout punch, because you didn’t beat the time. Collect yourself a while. Then stand up and slug.
8.       Don’t put it upon you. Don’t wallow in remorse for being a guilty bastard. Next to fatalism is blaming yourself for the fall: it’s the stupid sinful me. Oh yeah? Why add torment? All of us have it one time or another. It happens all the time. You can’t be the perfect exemption.
9.       Bank on faith, not on reason. Don’t be misled by a false sense of security, because you are pretty sure to be on the right track. It’s not true that wise judgment could shield you from bad luck. Certainty from taking all things into consideration is always vulnerable to being shamed by the least expected. Draw confidence from someone who knows more than you could ever know with all the doctorate degrees the world offers.
10.   Yield to no apprehension. Too much caution stifles action, and no action means no desired result. Danger is normal. The waters are still, because the wind is quiet. But when the harsh southwest monsoon blows, you get tossed again by the familiar turbulence that you’ve always known.
11.   Let not defeatist thought defeat you. Convincing yourself that you’re not going to win is no way to win. Even if setbacks keep coming, the mind doesn’t say you’ll lose. It only says you can lose. The fight is yours. Overcome!
12.   Finally, bear the brunt, but beat the odds. Carry the heavy load, but bring it to the finish line. Get hold of fate no matter how daunting and shape it to your desired prize.

Your failings are not other people’s fault. Don’t be helpless, or worse, be unable to do anything but cry over it. Be the victor, not the victim. The new day is not a promise, but the law of nature. Meet the rising of the sun with your own rise.

Monday, January 22, 2018

ITAGUYOD ANG KABUHAYANG PAGNENEGOSYO

Pahayag ng Adhikaing Panglipunan

ng Institute for Local Innovation and Approach in Development (ILIAD)

Ang kahirapan ay napakatagal nang kalagayan ng nakararaming mamamayan. Ito ay salin-salin-lahi nang dinaranas ng mga Pilipino. 
Nilinaw ng isang ulat ng World Bank na ang kahirapan ay ang pagkakait sa isang indibidwal o pamilya ng ginhawa sa buhay. Ito ay nangyayari dahil ang kita nito ay di nakakatugon kahit sa pinakaminos nang mga pangangailangan. Ito ang kinasasadlakan ng malawak na masang Pilipino ngayon.
Ang kagyat na sanhi ng kahirapan ay napakababang kita o kawalan ng kita. Ito’y isinasaad ng pangkalahatang sakit ng di-kamaunlad o nababansot na pag-unlad ng bansa. 
Ang isang palantandaan ng di-kamaunlad ay ang kakulangan sa mga batayang industriya, kagaya ng bakal, enerhiya, komunikasyon at transportsyon. Bunsod nito, dinaranas ng bansa ang permanenteng krisis ng disempleyo sa patuloy na paglobo ng mga reserbang lakas paggawa na di makapasok sa industriya dahil sa kawalan nito. Sila ay nakalutang sa dagat ng karalitaan.
Matingkad na ebidensya ng malaganap na disempleyo ang milyon-milyong mamamayang naghahanap ng trabaho pero walang mapasukan. Ang mahigit sampung milyong mga manggagawang nagtratrabaho sa labas ay marka din ng malaganap na disempleyo sa bansa.  
Isinasabatas ng gobyerno ang mababang antas ng sahod sa paggawa sa pangkalahatan. Pero bukod sa batas na bakal ukol sa menos-sahod, pinapanatiling mababa ang sahod ng mga walang trabaho, dahil sa mahigpit na kompetisyon sa paggawa. 
Sa kabilang dako naman, dahil sa kaliitan ng industriya, nakatuon lang halos sa kalakalan o bentahan ang pang-ekonomyang pagkilos ng bansa. Kaya mababa ang kantidad ng kabuohang produktong nagagawa nito. Sa ganitong kalagayan, malayong makamit ang kasaganaang magdudulot sana ng ginhawa sa bawat pamilya.
Nilalarawan ng kahirapan ang di-pagkakapantay-pantay ng mga estado ng buhay pangtao sa lipunan, dala ng mapaniil na sistema sa produksyon at kalakaran ng pamilihan. Tampok sa ganitong pangyayari ang pagsasamantala sa nakararami ng iilang nag-aari at kumukontrola sa malalaking negosyo, institusyong pangpinansya, at lupain. 
Mga halimbawa ng nasabing pagsasamantala ang mataas na presyo ng bilihin, malaking buwis na pinapasan ng mga maliliit na konsumedor, usura o mapanakal na pautang, at di-makabuhay na sahod.
Sa ilalim ng nangingibabaw na reyalidad, may pag-asa ba ang mga naghihirap na makatunghay ng magandang buhay? 
Kung pagbabasehan ang mga inihahaing solusyon ng gobyerno na pawang pakitang-tao, malabo. Maliwanag sa mga ito ang kamay ng mga mayayamang humahawak ng kapangyarihang pang-ekonomya at pampulitika na tinaguriang mga naghaharing uri. 
Kaya sa pamamahala sa yaman ng bansa, nangingibaw ang kanilang mga taliwas na interes, tulad ng pagpapanatiling mababa sa sahod at pagtutuon ng malaking gastosin sa gobyerno sa mga proyektong pang-imprastruktura, kay sa pagtatatag ng mga kabuhayan ng mamamayan na kung totuosin ay maliit ang kinakailangan.
Ang kadalasang hakbang para aksyonan ang kahirapan ng palit-palitang administrasyon ay ang pagsusulong ng inisyatibang job generation o paglikha ng trabaho. Pero problemado pa rin ang naturingang solusyon sa dalawang punto.
Una, hindi basta’t nagtatayo ng pabrika o negosyo ang mga mayayamang may kapital para lang magkaroon ng trabaho ang mahihirap. Isinasaad ito ng mga puwersa at batas pangpamilihan kung saan ang bottom line (buod na konsiderasyon) ay kita o ganansya ng mamumuhunan. 
Magbalik tanaw tayo sa isang alituntunin ng kapitalismo: kung ikaw ay anakpawis mabubuhay ka lang kapag ika’y magtratrabaho, pero makakapagtrabaho ka lang kapag ito’y makapagbibigay ng tubo sa kukuha ng iyong lakas paggawa. 
Ang pinag-uusapan ng mga kapitalista sa pagtatayo ng isang kumpaniya na makapagbibigay ng mga trabaho ay hindi tubong-bangketa lang, kungdi limpak-limpak na ganansya. Kaya kung ang iniisip ay ang pagsulpot ng trabaho sa karamihan ng mga lugar sa bansa, ito ay pangangarap ng gising. 
Pangalawang punto, oo nga’t masuwerte ang iba dahil nagkaroon din ng trabaho. Pero hindi ba’t ito’y nakapailalim pa rin sa rehimeng pagsasamantala kung saan ang maliit na kinikita ayon sa batas na bakal ng pasahod ay di magkasya sa pagtugon kahit sa pinakamenos nang mga pangangailangan para mabuhay ang isang pamilya? 
Kung sumasahod ka rin lang sa guhit o mababa pa sa guhit ng kahirapan, hindi mo naiahon ang yong sarili at ang yong pamilya mula sa hikahos na pamumuhay sa pagkakaroon ng trabaho. 
Dahil gipit maging sa pagkain, dagdag na dusa sa mga mahihirap ang nakamamatay araw-araw na pagbabanat ng buto na walang pantay na enerhiyang kapalit sa enerhiyang nagagasta sa paggawa.
Kaya kahit paulit-ulit na sinasabi ang pamantayang inclusive growth o pagsasama sa mga maliliit sa biyaya ng kaunlaran, ang kahirapan ay patagal lang ng patagal.
Tulong-Sariling Pagkukusa Bilang Solusyon
Sa kabila ng lahat, di nabubura ang katotohanang ang masa pa rin ang tagapaglikha ng kasaysayan. Kailangan tuparin nila ang katangiang ito sa paglikha ng isang kasaysayang nagsasaad ng kanilang paglaya sa dusa. Kailangang sila na ang magpasya at gumawa ng solusyon. 
Sa kamay din naman ng mamamayan nakasalalay ang kalutasan ng problema. Ito’y ang paggamit ng kanilang makapangyarihang lakas-paggawa sa tulong-sariling pagkukusa.
Ano ang solusyong ito? Mula sa basic labor (batayang paggagawa) tumutungo sila sa karugtong na paggawa ng pagtatag sa sariling ikabubuhay. Mula sa laging paghahanap at pag-aantay ng trabahong kitang-sahod, pumupunta sila sa pagtatatag ng kabuhayan kung saan sila na mismo ang nag-iempleyo sa sarili at kumikita ng sarili. 
Ang tawag sa itaas ay entrepreneurship o pagnenegosyo, at bilang paag-aangkop sa estado panglipunan at pang-ekonomya ng kalakhang masang Pilipino: KABUHAYANG PAGNENEGOSYO.
Sa Kabuhayang Pagnenegosyo, ang inisyatiba sa paglutas ng problema ng kahirapan ay nasa mga mahihirap na. Kaysa maghintay sa trabaho na nakadepende sa pagpapasya ng mga mayayamang negosyante kung mayroon o wala, sila ang nagpapasya at kumikilos para mamuhunan sa sariling ikabubuhay. Sila ang nagnenegosyo. 
Ang pagbabago mula sa paghahanap ng trabaho tungo sa pagnenegosyo ay ayon na rin sa konsepto ng tulong-sariling pagkukusa kung saan ang manggagawa, imbes na mag-antay na makapagtrabaho sa iba, ay nagsasarili sa paggawa ng produkto at pagdadala nito sa pamilihan. Siya ay nagtatayo, nangangasiwa at nag-aari ng kaniyang empresa. 
Malaki ang binabago ng tunguhing ito sa kondisyon at kalagayang pang-ekonomiya ng lipunan. Una, ang mga lumilikha ng yaman sa pamamagitan ng paggawa ang siya na ring nakakahawak ng nilikhang yaman. Dahil wala na sila sa sistemang sahod-paggawa sa ilalim ng mga may-aring nagbabayad sa kanilang sahod, nagpapatakbo, at kumukontrol sa negosyong pinagtratrabahuan, ang produktong nililikha ng mga manggagawa at ang yamang bumubukal rito ay hindi na nalilipat sa kamay ng mga kapitalista. 
Pangalawa, nang hindi nagpapaputok ng isang baril sa rebolusyon, nakakalaya sila sa rehimeng pangproduksyon na batbat ng pagsasamantala. Naililigtas nila ang sarili sa mapaniil na sistemang sahod-kita, o paggawa kapalit ng sahod, dahil sa di na pagpasok rito. Ang nasabing sistema mismo ang pinag-uugatan ng kahirapan ng masa. 
Pangatlo, ang yamang kanilang nalilikha sa paggawa ay hindi na rin nagagamit laban sa kanila sa karagdagan at mas matindi pang pagsasamantala ng ng mga umaangin at nagkakamal nito. Dahil ito’y nasa kanila nang mga kamay, ito ay nagagamit sa pagpapalago at pagpapalakas ng kabuhayan, pagpapalaki ng lokal na ekonomya, at pagsusulong ng ibayong kaunlaran.
Bilang tagapaglikha ng  kasaysayan, ang masa na rin ang makapagpapalaya sa kanila  sa kahirapan. Sa matagumpay na pagsusulong ng Kabuhayang Pagnenegosyo madadala nila ang kasaysayan ng kalutasang ito sa tatlong baitang na layunin:
  • Matatag na kabuhayan at ginhawa para sa pamilya
  • Pagtubo at pagsagana ng ekonomyang lokal, o ekonomyang nakabase sa komunidad
  • Lubos-lubusan at naipagpapatuloy na kaunlaran para sa lahat

Kabuhayang Negosyo ang sagot sa kahirapan, at susi sa maunlad na pamumuhay. Itaguyod ito!
Institute for Local Innovation and Approach in Development, People’s Partner 
Kaagapay sa Hanapbuhay Kasangga sa Kaunlaran

Conquer The Heights

BIMBO CABIDOG
About a decade ago, the highest summit in the world beckoned three intrepid Pinoy adventure buffs to taunt danger and the limits of ordinary man by scaling it. They were Leo Oracion, Erwin Pastour Emata and Romy Garduce.
The crown was the zenith of Mount Everest, a destination that already belongs to the sky. They conquered it proving ain’t no mountain high to Filipinos.
When their mountaineering team embarked on the historic expedition of sending three fellow countrymen to the Earth’s highest peak, its members surely knew what they were up to. They figured every feature and element of the terrain and tucked them in memory, like the backs of their hands: from base camp to Camp 1, 2, 3 and 4.
The climbers must have mentally negotiated the Kumbo Icefall, imagined rappelling over the 14 feet vertical wall, and figured the effects of night and day on the snowy routes.
What would make the conquest was the advanced view from the summit. They assumed a different perspective than probably that of the ordinary mortal: conquering the heights. By taking that view, the picture changed from eye-level to the level of the summit-mind. It cast out frailty and powered the human body with confidence.
Without an Everest, or even lesser peaks, man may not have the chance to scale summits beyond his known limits. Not every one of the three Everest climber’s 105 million fellow Filipino at present may have the same chance. Not even one percent.
But along life’s journey, a figurative mountain blocks the path. To keep on going on, there’s no other recourse but to climb. This is not just for Oracion, Emata and Garduce . This is for everyone.
It may not be possible to live at the top, but some time you need to go up there. Life may not be worth living anymore being down below all the time. You need to conquer the heights.
When you summon the courage to scale the heights, and actually scale them, you change just by arriving at a level never gone before. And you are awarded with the rare experience of seeing the world you live in from a different standpoint: the summit.
Don’t spend a life stuck on the ground, crawling along the sordid routes of drab daily existence. Encounter the once-in-a-lifetime excitement of climbing to the top and seeing the breathtaking panorama of vast terra firma and new horizons of reality.
The view from the summit crowns courage and pushing beyond the known limits. The intent may only have been to get over an obstacle, go up and go down the other side to the destination. But an unexpected award awaits reaching the top, as always is the case.
The summit rewards with amazing enlightenment. Such is what they are for. The commanding peak pores down upon the eternal plain of the here and now with a new look. And upon this, humanity rises to greater achievement, the highest excellence: a painter‘s obra maestra, a musician’s ultimate composition, a writer’s prodigious work, a scientist’s phenomenal discovery, or the simple goal of a perennially indigent family to get over the hump.
Everyone can choose his/her zenith and devote a life to reaching it. But oftentimes it’s really not a matter of choice. It is destiny, like being in this world.
Life is not one choice out of many, there is no other choice, just it. Breathing is not for anyone to say no. It is in computer language a default command, hardest to delete by self-choice.
In the factory setting of the product called man, there is a feature named “Climb,” for everyone in life to get over there, above, one time or another, and fulfill oneself.
Perhaps where choice comes is what you do with your figurative mountain. You can choose to make of it a forbidding wall, and reason out not to go on anymore. Or you can make it a stairway to rise and get to where you must be.
If life does not offer any other option than to live, not so with how you may live. Once here, you can decide or at the very least assume the illusion of making a decision which way to go. Be reminded that choice doesn’t stem from realities, for things are plainly there whether you want them or not. It stems from perspective.
The opportunity to climb a mountain – that is, a vision, the apex of excellence, the height of achievement, a literary imprint, a masterpiece of art, an ultimate mission in life, an epic stunt, the greatest challenge, comes to each one’s time on earth. When that presents itself right before you, think no longer of the hard and perilous venture. Think of the once-in-a-lifetime confrontation with fate, the amazing finds and spectacular experience of an essentially different plane of existence at being on top of the world. Be empowered, unlimited, and freed by the advance view there. Go up!
To ascend one’s mountain is to discover at every step the marvelous horizons afar. To climb it is to surpass the trees that obstruct the view, and the structures that confine earthly experience to just seeing the paling complexion of day-to-day.
Summits are not only another level, but a worldview. Once up there, you acquire greater self-awareness and a deeper faith. And you have a power look into the possibility of the impossible, the reachability of the unreachable.
Don’t make being stuck forever below an unbendable fate. Climbing is also a fact of life. Don’t have a mind perpetually cast in limitations, and persist on seeing possibilities to be impossible. Conquer the heights!

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Politics In More Ways Than One

BIMBO CABIDOG
Politics is part of every citizen’s daily life. We may not be conscious of it, but it is a regular activity of all of us. No matter how an individual isolates himself/herself from the rest, engaging in some form of social relationship is inescapable as all that he/she needs and wants today is a product of many laboring hands and gotten through markets.
Of course, decadent tradition has narrowly pegged politics to elections, how politicians behave, what they do, and which party one or the other is affiliated. These juicy topics are most often the meat of conversation whenever two or more people gather to talk of news and issues of the day. They dominate and define political thought.
The misconception comes from what politics has meant to the citizenry over the years. One is that it is only about elections. The idea has fixated the common people to the practice of politics as a repetitive exercise with practically nothing of value to their aspiration of a better life and the shaping of the future by themselves.
Another is that the foremost subject of politics is merely what political personalities talk and act on the electoral stage. They mesmerize with bombastic orations, titillate with gaudy humor, regale with garish entertainment numbers, and make themselves out to be the showbiz celebrities audiences idolize. This, to the ordinary citizenry is politics at its core.
A third is that the ultimate political act is the one-on-one transaction between patron and beneficiary, office-seeker and employer, the wily candidate and the hoodwinked voter. The affair ends up favoring the selfish ambitions and vested personal interests that the political contenders advance. The gullible majority realizes and accepts the fact that the so-called democratic exercise is no more than a way to foster the rule a tiny minority and serve self-gain by a few over and above the rest of the vast polity.
But what really is the proper meaning of politics? First, it is about how segments of the population or communities find and advance unity to achieve collective goals or purposes. It builds power for action and, with empowerment never experienced before politics takes place, enables them to move processes in the direction of commonly aspired change. Politics essentially means the tilting of the balance of socio-political forces towards that end.
Why is the above understanding important? In answer, let’s get to the second meaning. Politics clarifies and establishes the trajectory amidst the confusion of elements in society pulling in different directions; all the more so, when contrary objectives pull opposite each other. As populations grow at a rapid pace, deepening social divides surface, and loss of cohesion among members becomes highly precarious.
Thirdly, politics is the sphere of human-social activity where contradictions are resolved whether by annihilation or reconciliation. To limit it to the mere act of going to the polling precinct and writing of a preferred candidate’s name on the ballot negates the larger context in which its role should be played. It also eliminates the much more important function for which it is purposed: the knocking down of the divisions that stall or obstruct social progress.
Relationships in the various dimensions of society – political, administrative, cultural, economic as well as environmental, grow more complex, along with the exponential increase in the number of people in it. They also tend to be strained by the tighter competition for resources. Thus, society becomes prone to profound instabilities. Identifying and defining bases for unity to manage conflicts are imperative. It is one of the great missions of politics.
In the country, however, politics is a different ball game. It is played with the collateral intent to disunite rather than close gaps. It fragments society rather than cement collectivity. It inflicts painful wounds that folks carry up to the grave. It is engaged to defeat rather than simply win and kiss and make up later.
This is because of narrow mindedness enclosed in individual self-serving agendas. Most people have habituated to viewing politics as merely a matter of besting the other side in the electoral contest. And winning the race is not only everything, but the only thing. Sportsmanship at the very least and magnanimity are taboo. Supporters, rooters and mere followers take the obvious personal fight of their candidates as theirs, become even more personal than the principal contenders, and wax into ugly emotional states.
A very valid but mostly ignored critique is that political enterprise in the country is not and has never been a party affair. It has always been a personal or dynastic saga. The people have learned enough to disown the enterprise and fought the deception that it is for them.
Voters become very demanding and egocentric during the election season. They throw into the ring just any conceivable demand for favors. Many of these are already capricious, like asking for a relative’s fare to go home from Manila to the province, or money for fiesta preparation. But the politicians, because they neither espouse any socio-political ideology nor advance any agenda for the common good, indulges them in every tricky way. With transaction consummated in real-time, promises of good public service lapse into oblivion later.
Elections are only a part of politics as a whole. Their exercise is opted to attain certain ends. They are held to decide which leadership of opposing forces will assume office to use power in a certain way. But there are other options. A revolutionary leader once said: “Political power grows out of the barrel of the gun.” In this political option, the people do not just risk losing sweat going to the voting venue, but their very own lives going to the battlefields.
Four days of massive civilian upheaval, where millions of people took to a twelve-lane highway in February 1986 to effect the overthrow of a dictator, brought up peaceful uprising as a more decisive way to achieve a political end. The “Edsa Revolution” or people power revolution proved that elections are not the only means and in fact not the best means to meet political objectives.
The non-violent Edsa demonstrations turned out to be a milestone in democratic political change throughout the globe. The four-day epic stimulated a train of other similar actions that changed regimes and redrew the political landscape all over the world. Totalitarian states would fall in Eastern Europe. The world order hinging on the power of the Soviet-block would never be the same again.
There are indeed other ways and means to engage politics for socio-political change. But Filipinos to date seem to know only one and the wrong one: electoral politics deflected towards realizing individual ambition to capture power and amass wealth by a run for office. Thus, an exercise to enshrine the rule of the majority ends up championing the rule of a tiny few. The vaunted rule of the people, by the people and for the people by stroke of black magic called election, ends up having nothing to do with the people, or more accurately, the people having nothing to do with it.

The exclusionary practice makes democracy a mere design to get off the people, fool the people, and buy the people in a zarzuela that is visited once every cycle.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

End War With No Conditions, Why Not?

BIMBO CABIDOG
War is a monster as anybody knows. The better option is always to turn the sword into ploughshare or, in our contemporary times, the military-industrial complex into haven of production for the basic needs of man.
But the makers of war say it is the only way to triumph over evil, build a better world, or end war itself. Since every would-be protagonist has his own good cause and better world to fight for, the cycle of war goes on turning to perpetuity.
Finally, the use of arms to resolve social contradictions defeats the very cause why it is purportedly resorted, that is: the improvement of human life. At the conclusion of every violent conflict, societies find themselves worse off than before. Decades of peace are then needed to heal the wounds, get over the trauma, and rebuild from the ashes.
World War II is up to this day still the most devastating military conflict in human history. The scale of it was unprecedented in any previous war.
The global conflict involved the commitment of entire human and economic resources of participating nations. It fudged the line that separated combatant from non-combatant, and included all of the enemy’s territory in the zones of battle. The military atrocities on civilians and, on the part of Nazi Germany, genocide against Jews, gypsies and homos as a specific war aim made it the most unique in modern times for unparalleled savagery.
It was also the first time where a highly important determinant of the outcome was industrial capacity. Towards its conclusion, two new devastatingly effective weapons surfaced: the long-range rocket and the atomic bomb.
The United States tested the latter on the two Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In the wink of an eye, each drop of the atom bomb decimated hundreds of thousands of civilians who were incinerated by the blast. Communities were instantly wiped out. No infrastructure remained standing in the horizon.
Worse cataclysms than World War II may yet happen. But in that horrendous conflict, the statistics of human and material expense are already mind-boggling. Three quarters of the world’s population or 1.7 billion people from 61 countries took part. The war mobilized a total of 110 million individuals for military service.
The Union of Soviets and Socialist Republics (USSR) accounted for more than half of them. Germany fielded 17 million, the United States of America 16 million. The conflict also involved the largest number of active duty personnel at any time: USSR–12,500,000, US – 12,245,000, Germany – 10,938,000, the British Empire – 5,720,000; Japan – 7,193,000, and China – 5,000,000.
By money spent, it would be the most expensive with a combined cost of $1 trillion compared to other wars. The US spent an estimated $341 billion. The Russian government calculated that the USSR lost 30 percent of national wealth. The amount of loss to Nazi exactions and looting in the Soviet Union and other German-occupied countries is incalculable.
Technological advancement inflicted unparalleled ferocity. The war saw bestiality and horror never hitherto witnessed in the history of humankind. Civilians were mixed into the war zones and targeted as parts of fighting fronts. They were hit by diseases, malnutrition, and starvation. They suffered destruction of towns and cities, innumerable injuries and deaths.
The loss of lives appalls. The USSR chalked the highest toll at 20 million civilian and military personnel killed including great numbers of Russians deliberately starved to death in German prison camps. The Allied civilian losses went up to 40 million. Civilian losses of the Axis powers numbered 11 million. Military deaths on both sides numbered 19 million in Europe, and 6 million in the Asian theater under Japanese aggression.
The unimaginable scale of destruction and genocidal slaughter that war brings upon its zones of engagement would continue until now despite sophisticated diplomacy and the United Nation’s mechanisms at conflict management.
In countries, like the US, the hawks always get the upper hand in decisions whether to launch or not unilateral aggression on other countries. This was true in the decision to wage war on Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan.
Mindless of consequences, the bearing of arms prevails against the baring of cold reason not to. Mindsets home in on the imperative to defeat the other side, to beat it in the race if one needs to cut throat. Sober logic is defeated by the war mongers’ pretexts for going into it.
The Second World War did not end all wars, but spun off other localized conflicts. The Philippines for one remains a host to Asia’s longest running insurgency being waged by the New People’s Army under the leadership of the Communist Party of the Philippines. Like the other wars of the past, the communist armed struggle does not exempt the uninvolved from its ravages, whether as total effect on the country’s social and economic life, or inevitable harm inflicted by operations along the fighting fronts.
The government’s total war response attended by atrocities in military campaigns and militarization has turned rural interiors into a swamp of terror and grinding hardships. Amid the clashing forces, the local folks are caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand they are compelled by exigency to make friends or at least show non-hostility with the armed elements lurking in the shadows. On the other hand, they must also accommodate the civil-military intrusions into their communities by security forces.
The “revolutionary war,” as the communist leadership calls the insurgency, promises liberation from the exploitative and oppressive social order under which the great masses of the people are reeling. But it could not even mobilize them in their millions and deliver the condition of complete victory for the promised radical change to happen.
The powers-that-be composed of the dominant elite cliques in the country looks at a time horizon in ending the armed challenge. But if the self-claimed revolutionaries couldn’t graduate from even the first stage of winning the war – the so-called strategic defensive, to convert the dream of political power into real McCoy, the generals are getting boils from frustrating setbacks in their boasted timetables at totally quelling the armed rebel challenge before they fade into retirement.
Thus, the war and its deleterious effects fester with no end in sight. While the nation yet fails to rise up from the condition of stunted growth and reproduction of socio-economic crises generation after generation, and the people continue to lose opportunities at development, energies for years are being drained on a conflict with no perceivable resolution.
It is high time now to call on both sides to take a fresh look at it, and train their sights on a different non-militaristic approach. Almost half a century of warfare, counting the NPA insurgency alone, has not brought it near any victory or rapprochement. The vow on the part of government to bring the full might of the Armed Forces and crush it for good has had several lapsed deadlines with no decisive conclusion.
Isn’t winning by any side, with the people’s popular rejection of armed warfare and the current realities of it being aided by highly advanced science and technology, already wishful thinking? Meanwhile, the opportunity loss for the country in proceeding with peaceful options at growth, the havoc and devastation an open-ended war brings, and the Filipino lives claimed on both sides pile up.
The people demand peace, not from any political settlement but from consideration of their just clamor and real-time wellbeing. It is fair enough for the National Democratic Front, the umbrella organization of the CPP-NPA and their affiliates, to listen. It is also fair enough for the Government of the Republic of the Philippines to be guided by the sentiment of the vast majority.
Both parties, claiming to advance the interest of the people, can prove true to it by taking the option least paid attention or merely ignored before: the cessation of hostilities sans the condition of political settlement yet.
The quieting of guns can now pave the way to the peaceful resolution of the causes of conflict through the democratic space and means available under the prevailing political order. Let an enlightened, politically conscious and organized citizenry then take over the pursuit of even radical reforms. The people can use for good measure the strength of their numbers at effecting pivotal changes in the socio-political structure.
The people have suffered enough over the past half a century of internal warfare. What they have been going through now merit respite. The causes Filipino brothers and sisters have been fighting on in the ranks of the insurgency as well as soldiery can be far better addressed by the dynamics of development and nation building in a climate of peace and mutual trust.
The great majority of the people deserve to be heard and have a part in the decisions that shape their destiny. Such should not just be a matter of whose self-proclaimed agenda or programme among the parties to the conflict shall win. It is not for a messianic few to determine what’s good for a country of 100 plus million citizens.
The masses should be relied to provide the guarantee in ironing out age-old injustices through non-violent political contention. After going through so much pain, loss and destruction from a protracted period of armed belligerence, they should now be given the chance to try methods and processes at overhauling the conditions and situations of their existence with no resort to arms.

The tragedy of having been at war for almost all of the past century is enough reason not to wage it anymore. End it with no conditions, why not?

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Yes Oppose, But Propose

The test of freedom of expression is dissent. This means, the act of opposing the powers-that-be or criticizing the prevailing socio-political order.
If to express is to sing hosannas to rule, or extoll its decrees, guarantee by law of the right to do it is superfluous. Statutes are not needed anymore. The powers-that-be not only assure but solicits and rewards it. Do you still need the Bill of Rights to praise a ruling dictator?
President Rodrigo Duterte’s lackeys can shower him with exaltations. They can make him smell of expensive perfume every inch. Of course, they may also badmouth their own. They can self-flagellate themselves to their hearts content. No one will suppress that.  
Self-praise of a king or worship of him by his minions is not what the exercise of freedom in the real sense is meant. They can do so as they please, without any law to back it. Political power backed by military might is on their side.
But make no mistake. True freedom is not meant to be the expression of dissent alone. It must express change, tell what is to be done, and introduce the new shape of things opposite the status quo.
The ultimate point of  freedom of expression is not only to oppose but to propose.
Do you merely want to oppose? Well and good, a tyrant can tolerate it, or even encourage it, to showcase liberty under his reign. It may be allowed, because it won’t change things anyway. The tyrant does not have to worry of being overthrown.
But dissent is not just about the exercise of freedom to dissent. Dissent for dissent’s sake is pointless. Opposing just for the sake of opposing, in the end is counterproductive, for being disruptive without a cause.
Well-meaning dissent advances change. You debunk what’s going on, so what should happen, instead? When you criticize society, you must have in mind what is correct, and express it. When you score tyranny, you introduce the aspiration to replace it.
Hence, dissent leads to resolution: the overhaul of the old order and putting of a new one. Because in another breadth it proposes change, dissent carries the seed of the socio-institutional arrangements that portends the death of the system in place. It goes subversive.
Freedom of expression in the form of dissent upends the ruling system. Being subversive of the prevailing order that includes the legal sphere, dissent therefore can no longer depend on any law to express itself.
Note that avowedly free societies clamp down on dissenters deemed to undermine their way of life. The self-assigned champion of the so-called Free World, the United States of America, has unloosed the worst persecution on citizens fighting for civil rights, docketed to promote communism, opposing the Vietnam war, and condemning the Establishment.
In many instances among purported democracies, the suppression of dissent in the name of national security overrides the Bill of Rights. They reason out the abuse of human rights as necessary to quell subversion. They condone and abet violent excesses to silence people calling for radical change.
When such is the case, dissent is no longer the exercise of freedom as guaranteed and protected by law, it becomes the expression of freedom with or without the protection of the law. To dissent is to be free to mount dissent in the face of repression and threat. It does not rest anymore on the law. No code either could prohibit it.
It is powered by conviction. Even a live cannon can’t smoother it. Confronted by formidable obstacles, it seeks its way like a river that flows underground to stay on course. Hence, it denotes real freedom above any legal construct.

Genuine freedom exercised in dissent turns the dynamo of social change, for it does not only dare to oppose but most of all dare to propose a different rule.

Monday, January 15, 2018

They Who Suffer

BIMBO CABIDOG
Is suffering a blessing? Most people don’t think so. They think it is bad luck or a curse. It is karma or punishment for doing something wrong.
But what do you make of the words of the Preacher who said, “Blessed are those who suffer?”
Jesus Christ suffered and died from the worst punishment men could inflict on a fellowman. He was condemned on a false charge. Yet, he did not harm anybody, or cause something bad to happen to a person. In fact, he willingly went through the ordeal of his passion and death for all of mankind to be saved.
Christ’s supreme sacrifice was the highest act of goodness no man could ever do. So, to suffer is not to pay for a wrong or evil the one who suffers may have done.
Did a malnourished child heap ill on someone to not have food to eat? Did a poor family oppress other people to be deprived of the barest needs to live? On the contrary, they would not even lift a finger against those who mindlessly profit at their expense.
But those who are suffering may have some reason to thank for. They are blessed, for they shall have peace, the Savior has taught. Suffering is a cathartic moment. It cleanses the soul and strengthens character. In the case of Jesus, it “washed away the sins of the world.”
Years ago, I was at probably the lowest point of my life. Immobility, extreme physical pain and despair pulled me to the depths. It seemed I was hurtling down on a free fall with no bottom just yet.
The situation got worse when I started blaming myself for what I was in. And my regrets were unforgiving. Faulting me for committing a stupid blunder was a logical thing. But once it got to the top of my mind, the psychological state won’t get away anymore. It ate me up like a slow burning fever.
I was lucky my attending physician saved my injured leg from being cut off. But when the gravity of what I’ve done and what may happen next dawned on me, my world crumbled.
When this ends – as it surely will, and I’m lucky to be still alive, I will be so crushed and broken there’ll be no rising up anymore, I thought. I will be down there for the remaining years of my life, perhaps to endure a slow death.
But a counter-thought inserted: living is neither being up nor down. It is reality straight in the eye, and the truth inside every man. Hierarchies are only in the mind. Positions are relative to their opposite. You are not only one thing – an accident or a misfortune. You are everything.
My mishap was really no reason to be helpless or hapless. If the future seems grim and gloomy, there’s concretely no such thing as tomorrow. There’s only here and now. It may feel like I am down, but no one can prevent me from being on top of the situation.
A great Asian revolutionary leader once said: “A fall in the hole, a gain in your wit.” I guess that was it. My suffering wasn’t about God punishing me for having done something bad. He was subjecting me to a cathartic moment, a washday in the river Jordan to sweep away the clogs and dregs in my soul. And what emerged out of it was a renewal of the mind.
I now think there’s no such thing as karma. God will correct you, and subject you to rough ordeals to be renewed and live better. But He did not send His only begotten son to die for our sins, only to hurl upon us the thunderbolts of His wrathful retribution. After all, Jesus Himself has said: “Father forgive them for they know not what they are doing.”


Suffering is a condition of existence that has nothing to do with having done something wrong or having made a mistake. Like cough, it is not a sickness, but a cure. Now, ponder that. Don’t let feelings of guilt and remorse make your suffering harder.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

A Throwback, FPJ and His Drinking Buddies

BIMBO CABIDOG

This happened at the time of Ate Glo, or the presidency of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.
At 3:00 in the afternoon, FPJ arrived. “Tineks ko!” (I texted him) a kumpare of his told. He drove a police-type jeep. The unmistakable persona cruised briefly into the inner street, and parked beside the front yard of a neighbor.
He waved to us as soon as he stepped out of the vehicle. I would always recognize him a mile off, FPJ as buddies call Konsehal Maing.
Why close friends call him by the famous initials of his idol is obvious. Konsehal Maing sports the trademark Fernando Poe hairstyle highlighted by defining Tom Jones patella.
Gait also is carbon copy of the idol. He got off the vehicle like da King coming down from a horse’s steed. After a sweeping glance around the neighborhood, he sauntered in the humble royal stride that has made the original FPJ well-loved to where we sat at the open portico of my work mate’s house.
To make everything about the box office king complete, Konsehal Maing wore – dressed-to-kill, one of his favorite cowboy outfits from shirt to boots. The garb imitated to a tee that of the fast gun of many a Pinoy Western in the golden years of the silver screen.
Of course, also in the class were Jun Aristorenas, the late Jess Lapid, Erap the Deposed, Senator Lito Lapid, yes, Dolphy and Chiquito, besides the one and only Sorrento Da King. I wouldn’t miss their films, during my days of movie addiction. Following in their fashion, Konsehal Maing won’t be behind in talk of the way-back-when.
But the originals will have a run for their money at the videoke joints in private living rooms or at the pubs. Konsehal Maing croons Nat King Cole and Pat Boone, and vocalizes the Bee Gees medley. He caps the show by waxing sentimental, nostalgic, jolly and offbeat on all of them.
In drinking and singing sprees at the watering holes cum videoke bars in town, FPJ swells like the super moon and ebbs like the lunar tide. The buddies get lost there on hard days’ nights. The wives don’t know where they are, unless some envious Joker tips up the ladies. With the other halves coming to join the fun, war breaks out like the invasion of the Japanese hordes.
The nocturnal stints in the red-light joints were actually the farthest they’d go towards defying the moral and marital strictures of society. But the affairs were life-changing ones. From thirty to forty years of daily grind, they instantly metamorphosed into bards of the night liberating long pent-up rebelliousness in the company of the talented hot legs who sang and belted better.
Never has a town witnessed such unseen transformation from boredom to excitation. The Lonely Hearts Yukosawa Club would rest the coat-of-arms to don the leather jackets of the Young-At-Hearts of the Twilight Zone. The Yukosawa is a remnant of the last Samurai standing for Yuko Sa Asawa, a Pilipino phrase meaning bowed to the wife.
Senior citizenship for the buddies has dawned and risen to the bloom of day. Some would cross the physical limits pledging allegiance to Alcoholics Unlimited. Konsehal Maing was nearly at Saint Peter’s Gate. He was lucky to break only a shoulder blade speeding on his 150 cc motorcycle at 80 kilometers per hour and at the same time sleeping from having a drink too many.
Aging sixties, the men speak a lot in subliminal language. They have learned from sixty summers on the planet how to feign meanings, how not to say what they mean. They read not between the lines, but behind. Now, they very well know that the hardest to wake up are not the awake, but children who are in mid-life crisis.
Like the FPJ movies, Konsehal Maing and his buddies have habituated to telling where everyone must go, but wouldn’t in real life go there. They won’t for one turn of a wheel roll on to the road least travel, or test the other ground straying from where they are, except pouring their domestic gripes to the miniskirts at the videoke bar.
The FPJ in Konsehal Maing has perfected the form of establishing position and planting a presence in everyone’s midst timed to movie sequence. In slow-motion, he sits down at the bamboo bench of his ugto (brother by affiliation to a godfather), raises left arm to rest an elbow on the table, and stretches the other right to reach for the glass of red palm wine which we call in the native tongue, tuba. The measure of time, and ballet movements – courtesy of Charles Bronson who must have done the choreography, mesmerize.
Very early, the crowd of fiesta goers outside has strangely loosened. The folks have thinned during what usually was the peak of visitors in the afternoon. This was far from the celebrations of fiesta before. “There are much too few visitors now than in the past,” somebody commented.
FPJ did not talk but just contorted his mouth, and made a circle with thumb and forefinger to signify zero. The barrio folks have no or little money to spend.
“Kuri gud panahon yana (times are very hard now),” a buddy blurted before gulping a quick swig. Yes, it showed even in the season for visitors enjoying food fests and reveling.
The big house in the barangay must be feeling also the pinch. The political bigwigs and denizens of high society did not show as they always did during the eve of the fiesta. Nobody came because no invitation was sent. The host deferred the occasion.
The sound systems of the videokes in the houses blared to high decibels. But even the sweet massage of Matt Monroe’s ballads could not salve the sting of the hard times. The ubiquitous lechons (roasted pigs) did not show up in most of them, and the salads and cakes were down to one or two types. In some, the usual desserts completely disappeared.
Ha ha ha, the buddies didn’t know they also could do tsismis (gossipy talk). Seeming to not entertain the juicy subject matter, one hushed, “Don’t tell!” They swore to keep the open secret of penury only to themselves.
Were the times damn bad? But the administration and its top managers keep saying year after year, the crisis has been wrestled to the ground, the fundamentals are robust, and the vital signs of the economy are humming like crazy.
One buddy, a government official, fumed: “I wouldn’t say anything, but they are all sons of bitches.” He nevertheless said something. He talked of planning to retire early and going into the virgin coconut oil or VCO business to add to his pension.
The guy revealed that he once almost got recruited by the late Dr. Ray de la Cruz, the famous star manager who made supernovas out of formerly unknown talents. But fate made him an election officer instead.
After 40 years of reproducing a drab existence week after week, the guys are now bona fide members of the Young-at-Hearts, and like Konsehal Maing, class acts at staging the greatest performance of their lives every time they visit the dimly lit huts along the hidden coves and folds of the town.
 “Ok, ok, tagay!” (Okay, okay, let’s drink) FPJ roused everyone raising his glass. The buddies started to follow suit, but with a puzzled look held back: “Anay daw, di ka nala magproprotesta?” (Wait, won’t you protest anymore?).
Could things have been different if the original FPJ had assumed the highest office of the land? Konsehal Maing intoned, “Mga pare, it’s not under the jurisdiction of the Supreme Court.” He grinned and looked everyone in the eye blinking.
All these years, I have always been a poor struggling fellow, unstable in finances, and uncertain where to get the wherewithal for the next leg of my journey. But experiencing local life, and meeting folks like Konsehal Maing aka FPJ and the drinking buddies have made me rich.


Sunday, December 31, 2017

When New Years Are Gone

Like the leaves of an old calendar, memories fade and fly away with the passage of time. There are events not long ago that cannot be revisited anymore. There are stories beyond remembering. They are in a file that consciousness could not retrieve.

What favorite scenes in your childhood are now sealed in the chamber named forgotten? Of course you cannot answer because amnesia has gotten the better of them.

Such, are some fragments of history that have helped form our present. Such, are cherished moments in the past that try as you may, are already beyond capture.

I sometimes ask what New Year celebration in the past strikes most. Hard to say. Each one would always be the same. It is thought to bring something new, but ushers more of the same.

The stroke of midnight slithers to the first hour of the new day. What leap in time has happened? What divide has been bounded?

Hey it’s New Year! Yeah, the seconds tick towards the dead of the night then erupts in mass ecstasy, so short and ephemeral it easily fizzles unto the quiet break of dawn.

The burst of revelry, the explosion of fireworks, and what else humans can do herald the anticlimax. They do not climax, because too many times of doing the expected have made it banal, like waking up in the morning to the same sky framed by the old familiar window.

Why New Years are not the best remembered is obvious. They fortuitously become an insignificant flash in the time continuum, a human-marked point of shift to another cycle that blurs to nothingness.

Even the havoc on lives and property wrought by firecrackers and accidental firing stops to matter so soon. Things have become predictably repetitive that the burned, injured, decapitated and just shocked have a dull reception waiting at hospitals ahead of schedule.

The millennium crossover in 2000 once stood out. Billions of folks throughout the world made much of the imaginary divide. They strove to pin great meaning to a switch of two one-thousand years.

Visualize a thousand years of religion infused into human social history cutting off like a capsule of a rocket ship, and vanishing into the cosmos. But no matter how, it could not be frozen in eternity. In a little while, humanity would leave the sensation and go back to religion and the same old reality.

The counting of hours and days proceeds with a future to worry about. Humans do not have a way of untangling from the past, the lens in which they see the future. The ghost of a time gone haunts them in a state of non-existence recognized as tomorrow.

So this is what the New Year is about: tomorrow in the sights of yesterday. For tomorrow does not appear as tomorrow. It appears as experience waiting to happen again, a reality that is but a dream, for to become truly real it must be the present.

To be truly real, it must be undergone, and thereby cease being a future. It must also be an experience no longer in the past, but in the here and now.

Can you make it your resolution to have no more New Year’s resolutions? Only New Year reflections. Can you care no more to see the future, more so from the lens of the past? Only to open doors to knowing and learning afresh.

Memory is the flaming cylinder of the trajectory streaking in the outer space above the speed of sound. Once fired off, it detaches and disappears into the celestial ranges. But if encountered yet again, stare not at its core, for it will look back with hypnotic spell to lull the unwary to a dream-like stupor.

Imagine time being abolished by a new charter of man. There are no more hours, days and years. There are only changes, the coming and going of phenomena, physical and spiritual matter in a flux, things vanishing and becoming in the plain of the permanent present.

Folks do not mark a year as new or old. They do not have anything to do with any year at all anymore. There is no end, only transition. Consciousness now perceives the aspect of eternity.

History won’t be written again by avowed witnesses merely wanting the people to see it their way. It will be removed from the simple chronology of events, and interpretation in accordance with someone’s biases and intentional misconceptions.

No one will have misgivings anymore. No one will excruciate in the graveyard of the dead past. History will no longer be a piece of writing within the covers of a thick book. It will be no other than the living reality of the masses shaping the present constantly achanging.

When life is not measured anymore by the pages of the calendar, or subjected to the hands sweeping around the clock’s dial, mankind will be out of the time divides. With such, the psycho-physical benefits will be tremendous this space is too miniscule to write them.

Pressure for one will stop knocking on one’s door or waking up someone in the morning who is enjoying his prolonged detachment. Deadlines will cease to nag. Urgency along with its tensions will keep quiet. Schedules will desist from turning the hounded into nervous wrecks.


The giant waves of revelers all over the globe will save breath from not blowing horns, eardrums from not dragging cans on streets, fingers from not lighting firecrackers, and a beating heart from the silence of one powerful blast nobody expects or wants to snuff an ill-fated welcome of the New Year.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

The Countryman In The Cusp Of Change

Bimz Kab
All in a day! The doctor sighed. There is still time to write Mi Ultimo. There is still time to paint the chill of a fiery dawn.

Fervent thoughts raced as minutes flew. Which is the one to capture in the flitting moments? Confusion could not be denied. A mild panic scratched the calm of the man. Tomorrow is a terrible day. Who can change it?

The land awaits the birth of a nation, he should not fear change. The mother principle has conceived the child, and no force could already prevent its arrival. Uncanny how the evening looked like tomorrow’s great hope. What they were going to execute was more of their old rule than his apostasy.

The eve of a man’s death was heralding a new life. No power could defy it anymore. What folly of the oppressors to force it. In the morning one temporal existence will go. But a new beginning for the people who have long languished under oppression was as sure to come as his end.

The doctor healed not only the sick. He has begun to treat society afflicted with cancer. He has sought to knock out darkness and fear and invigorate his fellow countrymen with a sense of greatness in collective identity. By that he turned a misconceived inferior race into an angry one.

The alien tumour was due to be excised in the course of future events. Surgery by a social upheaval was at hand. El Filibusterismo II was nearing the cataclysmic finish to an order.

Implanted still in the womb of the old society, change has taken a life of its own. The islands were awakening, morphing into a skein of force poised to unleash a deathblow to the tottering order. The revolution was already in unstoppable progress.

But how the doctor avoided the word! Instead of revolution, he chose reform. Instead of nation, he used fatherland. Though he helped the masses grip the idea of the islands’ radical break with the past, though he shared in the conception of the nation, he balked at its birth.

Dr. Jose Rizal was not prepared for two things: a land turning into war, and a people rising into self-rule and nationhood. He excruciated at the crossroads of history, refusing involvement. Had he accepted the uprising and even heeded the call to sit as head of the revolutionary councils, the archipelago would have rendezvoused with a different fate. Another die would have been cast.

Accepting instead a destiny minted by the oppressors, the doctor separated himself from the mainstream of change. Independence was dawning. Political solidarity was sweeping the islands. He pleaded his cause with the rulers.

The soon to be martyr yet preferred to stay in the cold grip of the night hoping colonialism will vanish of its own. But it did not let him see the fullness of the next day.

Darkness tried to extinguish his light. But the flame of awakening which he ignited all the more grew like a flame mistakenly doused with gasoline. His extinguishing at the Bagumbayan field stoked collective anger. The simmering coals leaped into gigantic fires. Soon a conflagration engulfed the archipelago.

The betrayal of the citizen of the world who chose to be colonial subject to the end hastened the demise of colonialism in these parts. For this, the doctor would turn out yet the better countryman. The people revered him even when he differed.

With him at the helm, the making of history could have been piloted to a more desirable outcome. But he was not in the position to marshal the course. He seemed to be avoiding risking his legacy, which the blood of martyrdom would purify. This was the awakening of a Filipino nation, nothing more nothing less .

In life, Dr. Rizal pulled his countrymen away from insurrection. How history pivots on the stupidity of rulers. It was stupid to murder a subject who until the end would not have anything to do with the plot to topple them.

As divine plot would have it, the meting of his death pushed the ouster of colonial rule vigorously like never before. With that he rested. Morir es descansar. To die is to rest. Death also rested the leading light’s steadfast refusal of revolution.

One of the great historical paradoxes would seize the moment again. The doctor did not renounce allegiance to Spain. He renounced the idea of revolution giving due course to nationhood. He was not for severance and war against the masters. But they cut him, thus fuelling the flames of rebellion.

A people about to rise up in arms held him as a guiding light. But Rizal was only for reengineering the colonial order into a new ruler-subject relationship based on fair governance, justice, participation and few liberties. With his execution, the tearing of cedulas proceeded.

Like the Katipunan founder and revolutionary leader Andres Bonifacio, the intellectual Rizal could have been the first head of a newly born republic. But the destiny of the two converged in violent death. The former by treachery of his countrymen, the latter by treachery of the country he pledged allegiance to.


They were not to taste liberation and self-destiny. They were only to embed the gene of a future charted by the shedding of blood for freedom. They were saved from its disheartening outcomes.  

Sunday, December 3, 2017

When It's Time To, Quit


Has there been a moral lesson or message of a story that advises to quit? It seems unthinkable. 

Well, the folk ballad Gambler sang by Kenny Rogers says so. The lyrics goes: "You've got to know when to hold on, know when to fold on, know when to walk away, no when to run." 

There is just an instance in life's many battles when the better option is to quit and run. When the going is no longer a happy one, cease. 

Do you just toss from one turbulent strait to another, pass from yesterday’s failure to today’s, and carry nothing more than a tiresome existence every day? Then the only better way is to call off and cool down. 

So, what does that actually mean? Does it mean ending life, or to be blunt about it, committing suicide? 

Think about it. Doing a harakiri is not quitting, but insisting to solve the problem the wrong way. The one who takes his/her life still wants to wrestle with the same problem up to the last breath.

The gambler advises: "You never count your money, when your sitting at the table, there'll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done." 

To quit is to stop sitting at the table and have noting anymore of the dealing. It is to no longer respond to the challenge, just fold up, and walk away. 

Don’t think it is giving up life, or stopping to expect results. it is giving yourself a new leash on life, and expecting different results than the ones you no longer want.
I have had my share of bad luck, and times are when it just comes aplenty. I have had moments of defeat or fall when recovery was neither an option or possibility. In those times, anxiety often turns to fright over the thought that you're gonna stay there forever.
As frustration lapses into a slow choking depression, awakening jolts me: the default command called life ordering to beat it. How? Simple. Stop thinking of getting back. Quit striving to recover.
Sometimes you are pained by the feeling of being worthless, for not achieving something. But when you stop dwelling on your usual sense of achievement, you are actually paving the way to outcomes never thought of. You achieve things beyond expectation.
I have found out that in imminent defeat, the best luck comes with the option to fight no more. It may not be the great generals’ idea of brilliant strategy. But the purpose is to win yet in another battle by taking the quickest way out.
When the tide is turning against you, to abandon the battlefield is to fight yet in others. When the old beaten route is already full of obstructions and treacherous holes, get off. Reach your destiny via a different one. 

When you have lost track and the stars are no longer up there to guide you, when you no longer see the familiar skylines, and when you seem to be going farther and farther away from the old bearings, that is when you have arrived at a new haven.
After the fears, you open your eyes to a world never hitherto explored. And you stumble into the joy of experiencing new ways of living.
Delimit the possible. Set the sails towards the uncharted waters. It is when there are no other choices anymore that the only one you have must be the best choice. Quit picking.
The journey may be worthier than any destination. Embark on it and behold magnificent panoramas and horizons not shown before. Meet the fresh situations of existence.

Be not afraid to get lost. There is always a path where you find joy and happiness without setting goals or planning how to get there. The finest journey can be the one unplanned.

Uncertainty Hounds As Eastern Visayas Breaks Away From The Past

  BIMBO CABIDOG The people of Eastern Visayas inhabit a land rich in natural resources. The region has a vast land area. Samar alone is the ...