Aside from reading the most engaging people on earth, one of the more pleasurable aspects of blogging’ is getting to view generously posted pictures. They soar me to places I simply cannot afford to journey to as of now. I read about you and recognize how you are so blessed to plane off to destinations I can only dream about…for now.
Absolve me. Coupled with awe, sometimes, I feel a tinge of juvenile resentment thrown into the goddess of fate, thinking that I was never given a say on my identity….a residency option forfeited …an unused name concealed…and a volley of unmentionable harassment and prejudice I had to stomach for looking …….unusual.
I am not griping….in fact I am washed in a sense of appreciation for how my life turned out to be…if only, you knew my entire story.
But I did utter afford….because that is the disparity sandwiched between you and me.
I am Third World, an exasperating disparaging label heaped on a homeland who pathetically stand in disjointed legs of bizarre economic dire. Hmm…the more politically correct expression would be…..”developing”…Catchy…but it means one and the same. When you say 3rd world…you exhale poor. … a dank fusty smell that emanates from the bowels underneath..
And indeed…40 percent of this nation’s populace live in riveting dire straits. Who is to blame? No one….everyone. Greed….political languor and the poor’s own notion of dependency, not to mention mañatic ( mañana habit) laziness, which hilariously up to now is blamed on the long vanished conquering Magellan.
Yes, bash me!!....I dare say with disregard for sweeping statements….most of the underprivileged are lazy….This is a cultural malady... deep-rooted in this society of crab mentality and a whoring lust for foreign dole outs and butt crack fashion. And I say this with vehemence and impudence because I bear witness to those unfortunate who have sweated blood and tears to rise from dissipation. And I bear witness to those unfortunate who prefer to squander time and energy, leech on, wallow and eventually expire to oblivion.
So I turn the pages and I stare at your majestic mountains in places where the powers that be decree the course of this present world’s lot…..there is something in your pictures….that draw me in…..A cab driver through the streets of NYC, a fanatic food blogger’ through crannies of Memphis….I have peeked through the blues of North Carolina…a cactus place called Arizona…forests and zoos and snowcapped dream worlds….as well as innumerable coffee shops all over Europe.
Where do you get skies that splash more bluer…trees that bear more lush….nights hued in the silhouette of gold….and corners that teem with living more than anywhere else? …..The smell of plenty.
Ah…but it isn’t to say there aren’t places in my country worth venturing. In fact , this archipelago is a twine of prolific virgin pearls…waiting for discovery or…of course, commercial plunder. Dreamy Islands , undiscovered caverns, exotic turtles, playful dolphins, sting rays and hump back whales that beam the lambing ( caress) of my ethnicity…A mermaid country that never fails to charm …entice and enrapture….Many never leave.
And yes, more than once in a while our golden powdery sand, corals, galleon dive spots and beaches of azure blue have been labeled the finest in the world…. My dream is to own a bohemian hovel fronting a pink beach line... My own shore where I can bask in clandestine splendor …..Someday I will.
I will because…I am not poor. I have never had a poor mentality…I see this land and marvel at the sumptuousness of its soil…where anything you lodge will bud …IF one is only eager to toil, plant and harvest.
Mentality…I mentioned mentality…That’s it…A manner of notions….a stance. …it makes the whole difference. You become what you think…
A nation becomes what it is by the collective thinking of its inhabitants…It allows itself to descend in squalor or mount to ease because of its thinking or lack thereof….When you no longer think…you no longer act….you no longer be…..pathos.
But I think….therefore I act…therefore I be. And I think and act in hope. Yes, I do…for in spite of the stream of scarcity beyond the perimeter fence…. I see the blooming of flowers where there used to be a mountain of refuse….and where there used to be a ghetto of thugs I see a strip of concrete homes….and where I used to see a dim alley…I see a procession of bistros with music affecionados’…..A first world in 20 years?...I don’t know because…..
flowers and houses and bistros and music are not marble pillars of establishment to seize up an economy…..
People…people who think and act with integrity…with vision …with conviction…with autonomy and personal surrender…A unified thinking of fellowmen before oneself… That is what is sorely required. “Think not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country,”…..a reverberating thought of insight that continuously rings truth not only to the public for whom it was addressed, but for every one of us born with the accountability of sovereignty.
And unless…unless… we, brown babies of democracy, establish to think of ourselves as a single unit…Unless we put up a unified front…..Unless we critically do so, we may soon be gobbled up into an obtainable none by a next door sleeping giant in the throes of awakening…..A slumber that leads to doom for us who observe with breathless vulnerability as red tide encroachment subtly begins in Spratly….
And so I think of places…your places of splendor….and I think of places…my places of exquisiteness….and I think…think…of others who suppose the way I do…..allied with the silent majority to advocate change….and if need be… to push change in a prevailing entity that fails…so dreadfully to think …..to think…to thiiink…on its own two feet.
Let the waltz of personal mutiny begin……
Tell me…will changing a system change a nation’s soul???
Will changing a system inspire character?
Will an ornate constitution mandate change???
I dare say it won’t.
I dare say it won’t
I dare say it won’t
NO to Charter Change.
YES to a change of heart.