Life is Short
The recent death of former Budget secretary Emilia Boncodin was another awakening that life is short... and that it really helps to keep a narrative of your life on the Internet. I know it's selfish and weird, but it's 28 days since my last public entry, and I had to go through my archives and found the picture I had of Miss Boncodin. And there it was...
I know it's the most typical thing to do to recall whatever memory you had with a person who passed away. Even in the most remote way possible. Nostalgia is our way of reckoning with the hope that there might be meaning in our lives. Reviewing that previous entry, my 19-year-old self complete with the ditz tone came from a completely different context. During that time, I was an econ major, thinking of taking an MBA over going to law school (note the fact that I totally fawned over the fact that Miss Boncodin had a master's degree from Harvard). I even mentioned something about a debate and going up against APB so the Debsoc team avoided the law. Little did I know that I was going to law school, looking back at an almost four-year-old photo (taken last August 2006), after the death of one of the most noble women ever appointed in the Arroyo administration. We need more people like her, and it's sad that the web of crap of our current polity make people like her, who can make a difference, walk out of the system due to distrust in the State.
Take for instance the recent ruling of the Supreme Court regarding the possibility for the incumbent president to appoint the new Chief Justice. They found a loophole in the Constitution and capitalised on it. It only goes to show the beholden-ness of the decision-maker to their appointer.
So the point really is, life is too short to not even try to make a difference. And for that, I'll try to blog back some of my moments this month, even if it might be boring, just to make out some relevance in my everyday life.
I know it's the most typical thing to do to recall whatever memory you had with a person who passed away. Even in the most remote way possible. Nostalgia is our way of reckoning with the hope that there might be meaning in our lives. Reviewing that previous entry, my 19-year-old self complete with the ditz tone came from a completely different context. During that time, I was an econ major, thinking of taking an MBA over going to law school (note the fact that I totally fawned over the fact that Miss Boncodin had a master's degree from Harvard). I even mentioned something about a debate and going up against APB so the Debsoc team avoided the law. Little did I know that I was going to law school, looking back at an almost four-year-old photo (taken last August 2006), after the death of one of the most noble women ever appointed in the Arroyo administration. We need more people like her, and it's sad that the web of crap of our current polity make people like her, who can make a difference, walk out of the system due to distrust in the State.
Take for instance the recent ruling of the Supreme Court regarding the possibility for the incumbent president to appoint the new Chief Justice. They found a loophole in the Constitution and capitalised on it. It only goes to show the beholden-ness of the decision-maker to their appointer.
So the point really is, life is too short to not even try to make a difference. And for that, I'll try to blog back some of my moments this month, even if it might be boring, just to make out some relevance in my everyday life.