Change is in the Air

A semblance of a fine weather is all that is left, after the rains from the typhoon have already subsided. We are merely left with strong occasional gusts of wind that to some people may be cumbersome to bear, but nostalgic for me.

Breezes like these bring me back to February 1985, where a group of young third graders in dark blue and white uniforms gathered under the camachile tree in front of the LCES Canteen. A young Stephanie Ganzon, a Lisette Lagaylay, a Luvi Tanamal, a Rocille Joy Atadora, a Donn Ramon Ligason III, a Rea Adora Jo Trino, a Analyn Trespicio, A Claudine Gargalicano, a Jiene Omar Mendoza, a Julius Junsay, a Rowena Obordo and a Ritche Baria gathered sporadically and enjoyed their recess.

It was one of those very rare occasions that probably, children at that age will never replicate, maybe, because of the inability to focus on current issues due to the onset of celphones and other electronic gadgets. As memory serves me right, these kids, barely nine, some eight years old had the audacity to speak their minds about politics. The issue at hand - Cory vs Marcos. It was merely a fifteen minute recess, but everyone had his say about the matter, and heaven forbid, each might have been a catalyst for change given the maturity and the resources. But we were eight, or nine and we couldn't do a thing about it.

As I look back on it now, while having my morning walk along Coronado, with the same breeze behind my back and comforting my face, I can imagine out potential for greatness during that time. And now that we are old enough to help make a difference, I am sure that most of us tried, except maybe for me, who at my age, have not and probably will never register as a voter. (Well perhaps, when the right candidate miraculously appears, or maybe when the PBA hosts games for teams like Rejoice vs Sunsilk, or Pantene vs Dove. I dunno....)

I had an amazing childhood surrounded by amazing classmates. And as corny as it sounds, this wind just reminded me that.

Me right now.....

Trying hard to explain to myself to stay, when the signs tell me otherwise.

The irony of it all, I try to understand bits and pieces of the puzzle, yet fate seems to take the shortcut and gives me the big picture.

And at the end of the day, I am left in that fork in the road where I am torn between having compassion and recognizing bullshit.

And here I am, at the wee hours of the morning, still up, asking myself .....WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, and WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING IT.......