in light of today's events
so what?
kirpal singh
so what?
said this grumpy old man --
he was thinking aloud about our leaders
and those who tried but failed.
so what?
said the grumpy old lady --
she was thinking about her medical bills
and those who could not pau
and so did not seek any medicine.
so what?
say so many of us -- sitting comfortably in our chairs
at starbucks or delifrance
leaving the world as it is,
ignoring the human pleas for change.
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I do not preach. I cannot preach because I myself am home in my pajamas and downloading Gossip Girl. But I write, I write what I know and what I do not know, and perhaps, on some nights, that is enough.
It was just the other night when I was talking to Carlo on the phone and crying while telling him about Karen and Shirley. I was telling him that I did not know what to do. Should I march with the activists and their red flags, shouting and chanting under the sun? Or do I just sit on my ass, eat my lunch and wait -- wait for something major to happen, wait until everyone else is up and marching, wait until I am actually in a position to make change?
After today, I still do not know. I would be lying if I said that I have a newfound fire for activism. I would be lying if I said that I completely agreed with what Trillanes and Co. did. But what I do know -- or what I have always known, rather -- is that now is not the time for apathy. Now is not the time to bitch about curfews or cancelled plans. Now is not the time to whine about routines being disrupted or comforts being hassled. Now is not the time to say "whatevs" or "e bahala na sila diyan".
One may not agree with today's events, but that does not mean one must not do anything. One may not know what he or she can do, but that does not mean one must not do anything. One must figure out what one can do.
Tonight, I cry and my tears are for my country. Tomorrow, what must I do?
I have just received a text message from Kepi. I feel the drumming in my heart, the beat reaching my feet. After all, I am my father's daughter. When I will march to this beat, I do not know yet. Tomorrow? Maybe. The day after that? Perhaps. What I know is that I have to follow it one day, one day before it dies or before my being is numb to it.
kirpal singh
so what?
said this grumpy old man --
he was thinking aloud about our leaders
and those who tried but failed.
so what?
said the grumpy old lady --
she was thinking about her medical bills
and those who could not pau
and so did not seek any medicine.
so what?
say so many of us -- sitting comfortably in our chairs
at starbucks or delifrance
leaving the world as it is,
ignoring the human pleas for change.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I do not preach. I cannot preach because I myself am home in my pajamas and downloading Gossip Girl. But I write, I write what I know and what I do not know, and perhaps, on some nights, that is enough.
It was just the other night when I was talking to Carlo on the phone and crying while telling him about Karen and Shirley. I was telling him that I did not know what to do. Should I march with the activists and their red flags, shouting and chanting under the sun? Or do I just sit on my ass, eat my lunch and wait -- wait for something major to happen, wait until everyone else is up and marching, wait until I am actually in a position to make change?
After today, I still do not know. I would be lying if I said that I have a newfound fire for activism. I would be lying if I said that I completely agreed with what Trillanes and Co. did. But what I do know -- or what I have always known, rather -- is that now is not the time for apathy. Now is not the time to bitch about curfews or cancelled plans. Now is not the time to whine about routines being disrupted or comforts being hassled. Now is not the time to say "whatevs" or "e bahala na sila diyan".
One may not agree with today's events, but that does not mean one must not do anything. One may not know what he or she can do, but that does not mean one must not do anything. One must figure out what one can do.
Tonight, I cry and my tears are for my country. Tomorrow, what must I do?
I have just received a text message from Kepi. I feel the drumming in my heart, the beat reaching my feet. After all, I am my father's daughter. When I will march to this beat, I do not know yet. Tomorrow? Maybe. The day after that? Perhaps. What I know is that I have to follow it one day, one day before it dies or before my being is numb to it.