Something Substantial
Writer, Director, and Conversationalist Teng Mangansakan, and many others with him, inspired me in symposium the other day. Topic: Designing Peace. I would’ve hope to have entered the symposium at the beginning, but it was only informed to us the day itself. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it and learned a lot.
Them talking about how divided this country is and that nobody isn’t doing anything about it except complain. On the other hand, the ones that actually do try to make a difference are killed. Case example would be Mindanao, where Mr. Mangansakan was born and raised. He mentioned that it hurts him to see what has happened to his province, a place that was closest to his heart. Although he didn’t want to leave, circumstances with the war there forbid him to stay there any longer. It’s sad.
I remember in my Second year (or Third. I can’t remember for the life of me) in high school when we were exposed to a slum area. We were assigned to one house per group. I was so fortunate to be assigned to a home with such a beautiful story. The couple who lived in that house told there story about how they got here from Mindanao. It was a classic love story with war dividing them. While I was enjoying their company and watching them sharing their story, I saw love in its most truest form. Nobody could’ve ask for a better interpretation on love than what they had. Amazing. I wish I could go back and find that house again and record that story, I’d love to listen to it over and over again.
I want to start writing on my blogs. PROPERLY. I want to start writing stuff with more SUBSTANCE. I wan’t to inspire. Even if i was talking about going to the mall and buying a new pair of socks, I want it to be something substantial.
Tama na yung mga "angsty" entries, yung mga nakakadepress.
Here we go. :)
Them talking about how divided this country is and that nobody isn’t doing anything about it except complain. On the other hand, the ones that actually do try to make a difference are killed. Case example would be Mindanao, where Mr. Mangansakan was born and raised. He mentioned that it hurts him to see what has happened to his province, a place that was closest to his heart. Although he didn’t want to leave, circumstances with the war there forbid him to stay there any longer. It’s sad.
I remember in my Second year (or Third. I can’t remember for the life of me) in high school when we were exposed to a slum area. We were assigned to one house per group. I was so fortunate to be assigned to a home with such a beautiful story. The couple who lived in that house told there story about how they got here from Mindanao. It was a classic love story with war dividing them. While I was enjoying their company and watching them sharing their story, I saw love in its most truest form. Nobody could’ve ask for a better interpretation on love than what they had. Amazing. I wish I could go back and find that house again and record that story, I’d love to listen to it over and over again.
I want to start writing on my blogs. PROPERLY. I want to start writing stuff with more SUBSTANCE. I wan’t to inspire. Even if i was talking about going to the mall and buying a new pair of socks, I want it to be something substantial.
Tama na yung mga "angsty" entries, yung mga nakakadepress.
Here we go. :)