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I am so glad I am not as empty as you
I only want you to be human
have hope.
somewhere higher
Two Souls Entangled
to start is to know its end
and to accept its decay
like a hand choosing to dig
upon the soil that will bury it one day
my fingernails are keeping some of them
as my skin touches their moist
the hand that lifts up and controls
is the same hand that will rot and fall
that for every life chosen in every course
a path forges with the world absolved
and I stare into the window, into the skies
and my life will cover what was always remaining
for my blood and veins keeping its routine
and my feet is walking in uneven circles
so I crawl into the ground instead to cry
I am forever bound to the ground
I will kiss the Earth and kiss it goodbye
I will lay upon with the twisted body to rise
I look upon the dirt and I see myself
in the ways that the clouds will pass and forget
when the water falls and I hear my breath
when the hands that held a knife had clenched
I am living with the weight of a corpse
I am knowing my ending through a beginning
the trees are forming into a shade
and the faded light is felt no more
I am exploding in the most littlest ways
I am living in every vibration's grays
have I been pure or have I been lost
have I grasped the end of a willow's moss
have I lived in the cities and fell to my knees
have I creased the shoes in the mud's grease
I am knowing my ending through a beginning
I am now learning to be the most boring thing
for these words won't make sense
I move my hand, my feet, my hand again
I touch the touch of the dead man's pain
I feel and reach for the living's remains
I am in the bag's handle, and the lochness's place
the leather in the animal, the sea in the image
the mundane and the mystery of all my features
the flashes in-between the pictures
I am the everlasting end of sudden starts
I am the infinity through my death of heart
and the power of all my stubborn art
there is death in peace
and reborn in movement
there is your corpse awaiting
your bones swinging
you are the accumulation of life
dying, living, rising again
the world ends in your heart
and the twilight of the skies
overwhelm what you have created
the eclipse takes everything away
the waves of your thoughts washed
the words in your tongue dried
you are forever eating your sin
falling countless fruitless regrets
you are forever changing
rotting slowly, yet growing quickly
you are under the power of darkness
and you are catching light that
you cannot hold on ever
you are a seed buried
a food leftover, a car towed
in the storms of the thunders
and in the leaves of the calm
you will witness the horror
of beauty and perfection
you will learn to be imperfect
of genuine wars upon you
upon all the mistakes of failures
and the despair you are embracing
hope pierces through you,
like a spear to your chest
killing you to be alive again
killing you to be yourself
There is a Hidden Beauty in Boredom: How Humans Refuse the Ordinary
How we occupy our time can define us. How we use our social media and what apps you visit while riding the bus has been a part of our lives ever since mobile phones were widely used by humanity. Technology has progressed rapidly since its first conception, information has been very accessible, communication is just a tap away, and entertainment have been a part of the different aspects of our lives that we face every single day. From your doomscrolling, to bedrotting, and ultimately to your very own work. Content nowadays is not just found in our TVs anymore, a swipe in your phone can take up hours unexpectedly, but the problem is that often times the half of the content you’ve seen from an hour ago is not as meaningful as you stare into a scenery while reflecting upon your life.
This includes the algorithmic apps that have been the go-to source of dopamine in the majority of our time. Of course it will be everywhere, it is efficient, it is fun, it is convenient that a movement of your finger can make you laugh or amused. Social media have connected all of us, it is nice to think about it how connected we all are, but is that connection sufficient to make you into who you are right now? Can we truly say that the things we have watched can define us? Are we the jealousy upon the photogenic influencers? Are we the happiness in the fleeting trends of dance challenges? Are we the inspiration behind the growing numbers of AI artists? Who are we without a community to follow? Who are you without the endless source of entertainment?
We have to face the harsh truth in this world that our attention have been someone else’s, it is reviewed by algorithm, manipulated by content, controlled by ads, and maintained by profit, everything for these companies thrive upon our own feelings and opinions. That attention is the seed of self-examination and the starting point of human creation. It is as luxurious as your time. Yet our boredom and the emptiness in our spare time are chosen to be sealed in short surface content, the short attention is now becoming the ordinary. We are now ignorant to the challenge of sitting down with boredom, and sitting down with critical thinking, the one skill of human nature that is caused by the space of our minds when we can finally focus into something. As ironic as it sounds, boredom is the key to productivity, it is the gateway to passion, and the hand in creation.
I have always questioned myself as to why I kept falling onto pits of doomscrolling despite trying to create a routine and discipline for myself. When I was in highschool before the existence of algorithm and generative A.I, I was truly capable of writing hours and hours of a novel that I had deleted. And when I found the shallow joy in vertical content like how most of social medias are today, I found that I lost that spark, I lost that focus, I lost that power to create. But looking back now, I’ve finally known that the scarcity of my activities, the lack of storage in my old phone, the lack of overwhelming digital influences and everything in-between was the reason of my driving power to write. It was all boredom.
Boredom is not synonymous to laziness as people might assume. It is actually a powerful tool of rebellion against what has been established for a long time. It occurs when nothing is new, when everything is predictable, and when life has been very dull to its core. I felt it when I suddenly chose to read a random blog instead of doomscrolling, when I felt bored of what I’m reading that I want to create something that will excite me, knowing that if I just went back to doomscrolling I’ll just be distracted again over and over. The ability of humans to be bored and the talent we have to embrace it is the cause of how we question our life, asking “what if it’s not just this?”, like philosophers back then filling their lives in questions.
So, when you’re using your phone and you find yourself rotting in the mindless and endless entertainment, when you feel like an old man waiting for new numbers in bingo, and when you feel like waiting in a long queue of bus stop, it is important to recognize in yourself that you are truly “bored”. That there’s cliché in every new celebrity news, that there’s a pattern in trends, that there’s a loop in your doomscrolling to countless brainrots. And when you feel that boredom, I need you to embrace it, I need you to sit uncomfortably with it, I need you to make it feel like a stranger have sat with you in a bench while looking out into the sunset. Then, you’ll look at that stranger, you’ll know they are approachable despite the awkwardness, you’ll see that they seem kind despite their sudden actions, you’ll think of words to say or not to say, you’ll expect scenarios of what happens when you ignore them or talk to them, that you can’t help it but to recognize them. That they are there, sitting with you, enjoying the sunset.
Boredom is not synonymous to laziness, it is actually more related to “wornness”. That you are tired of the way things have been, either in your own personal actions or in the world around you. That you are exhausted of the same old thing happening leading to nothing. And you will use that boredom to create something, it is force you to face your own self, and realize that as humans, we have always been capable of anything. Isn’t it more fun to truly experience the passion of creation and exploration? Isn’t it more interesting to fail and grow and enjoy the journey of self-development? Isn’t it more nice to live knowing that you have used your time for something that matters?
The expectations of society should never matter for someone who is truly bored. So create that art, write those thoughts down, feel that boredom in your soul, and be human once and for all.
The Cart Is Always Full: Consumerism, Addictive Buying, and the Slow Erasure of the Things We Once Loved to Do
You bought the guitar. It leans against the bedroom wall, still in its original tuning, untouched for eleven months. One afternoon you buy a better one. This is not a story about laziness. It is a description of a system working exactly as intended.
The rupture between wanting things and doing things did not arrive as a sudden break. It accumulated, over decades, with the quiet participation of every billboard and every algorithm and every limited-time offer ever lettered in red. The object took the place of the act. Owning displaced becoming. Capitalism, which requires you to buy the next thing before the last thing has worn through, profits from every guitar against every wall.
What follows is an accounting of what that arrangement costs. The money is considerable. But the bill that rarely gets tallied arrives in subtler currency: the afternoon hours that went to browsing instead of making, the skill that never grew because the gear arrived before the practice could, the person you were capable of becoming before you learned to shop as a replacement for living.
Surface vs Depth: A Culture of Unnoticed Nosedive Euphoria
People today live inside an overflow of information. News, posts, clips, arguments, gossip, and advertisements arrive faster than anyone can sort them. Yet all that noise has not made life more thoughtful. In many places, it has made life thinner. Attention follows what is loud, recent, emotional, or easy to swallow. A rumor moves faster than a careful argument. A viral clip travels farther than a hard truth. A polished influencer image often seems to matter more than a person’s character. Pleasure, reaction, and spectacle now take up more room than depth, patience, or sincerity.
This is not only a problem of individual weakness. Modern habits reward surface attention at every turn. Social media feeds keep people moving from one hit of stimulation to the next. Gossip works because it is short, vivid, and easy to pass along. Toxic behavior gets attention because conflict grabs the eye more quickly than calm thought. Influencers thrive because they turn identity into something visible and marketable. Even pleasure has become faster and more engineered, delivered in endless bursts that leave little space for self-examination. The result is a culture that trains people to skim life instead of living inside it.
The trouble with a culture shaped by surfaces is not that pleasure, style, or social connection are worthless. The trouble is that they start taking the place of meaning. A person can spend hours chasing trends, watching scandals, and comparing their life to the polished lives of strangers, then still feel strangely empty. In that environment, attention breaks into pieces, and the mind loses its appetite for anything that asks for effort. Reading becomes slow. Listening becomes rare. Thinking beyond the immediate moment feels unfamiliar. What should be ordinary maturity begins to look unusual.
There is also a hard emotional cost to living this way. Gossip invites judgment without understanding. Toxicity rewards cruelty dressed up as honesty. Online performance teaches people to display opinions instead of living by them. Once life revolves around appearances, empathy weakens, because other people stop being fully seen. They become labels, content, targets, or props. After that, it becomes easier to dismiss pain, mock weakness, and treat disagreement as a reason to humiliate rather than understand. A culture built on constant reaction can make people feel connected while making them less humane.
Authenticity asks for something different. It asks a person to slow down, to know what they actually believe, and to bring their inner life and outer behavior closer together. That kind of life is harder because it cannot be performed in a quick scroll. It requires honesty, and honesty often feels uncomfortable. It requires a person to be less impressive and more real. It means sitting with silence, uncertainty, and complexity without rushing to cover them with noise. Authenticity is not the same as perfection. It is a refusal to remain false.
Depth changes how people treat one another. A deeper person listens before judging. They notice context. They ask what a person feels, not just what a person says. They understand that suffering is often hidden and that cruelty often comes from something wounded underneath. That does not make them passive. It makes them more exact. They can disagree without stripping someone of their dignity. They can criticize without staging outrage. They can stay present without needing every moment to entertain them. That kind of attention is a form of respect.
An intellectual life matters for the same reason. Thinking deeply is not about sounding superior or collecting clever ideas. It is about learning how to see beyond the surface of things. It helps people recognize manipulation, question easy stories, and resist emotional shortcuts. Intellectual discipline gives shape to judgment. It teaches a person to notice what a story leaves out, what motives may sit behind a trend, and what consequences no one wants to name. In a culture that prizes speed over understanding, this kind of thinking keeps a person from being easily led.
Empathy completes the picture. Intelligence without empathy can turn cold. Empathy without thought can become sentimental and unstable. Together, they make a way of living that is more human than the frantic chase for attention and stimulation. An empathetic person sees that other people are not props in their story. They have histories, wounds, fears, and dignity. They deserve care even when they are inconvenient. They deserve patience even when they are difficult. That recognition is what turns shared space into real community.
The task is not to reject modern life altogether. It is to refuse to be reduced by it. People can step back from constant consumption. They can spend time with books, long conversations, honest friendships, art that asks something of them, and work that rewards patience. They can be more selective about what receives their attention. They can decide that not every trend deserves a reaction, not every rumor deserves a voice, and not every pleasure deserves devotion.
A meaningful life does not come from chasing every signal that flashes across a screen. It comes from learning what lasts. Depth over spectacle. Sincerity over performance. Understanding over outrage. Compassion over cruelty. A person who chooses those things may look less fashionable in a world obsessed with surfaces, but they are living with a stronger kind of freedom. They are not just being carried by the current. They are learning how to think, how to feel, and how to remain fully human.
Before the galleons arrived, the babaylan stood at the center of her village and spoke to the dead. She might have been born male. Her community did not care. What mattered was the work she did, the spirits she moved, the sick she healed with hands that carried both kinds of power. Lakapati, a deity of the Tagalog people, held male and female in one body. The Visayan asog dressed as women and no one thought to write a law about it. Gender, in the world that colonization came to destroy, was a matter of what you could do and how the spirits moved through you, not which body you occupied.
That world is gone. What replaced it took 333 years to install and has never fully left. Spain brought the cross and the sword together, and the cross did the slower, quieter damage. America followed with schoolbooks. And the Philippines today, its broken schools, its dynasties, its Congress still refusing to protect queer Filipinos, its voters who keep electing the same families back to power, carries all of it, unexamined, the way a body carries old injuries in the way it walks.
333 Years in the Convent: What Spain Did
Miguel López de Legazpi reached Cebu in 1565 and by 1571 Manila was a Spanish city. The Christianization that followed was, as Britannica records it, thorough in aspiration and selective in fact: the cultural goal of the Spanish clergy was nothing less than the full Christianization and Hispanization of the Filipino. In the first decades, local religions were aggressively suppressed; old practices were not tolerated. The babaylan got pushed to the margins. Her rituals were reclassified as devil-worship. Her gender fluidity became sodomy under Spanish law, and in the 17th and 18th centuries, Spanish administrators burned people accused of it.
What Spain introduced in place of those practices was not merely religion. It was a full reordering of personhood. The encomienda system handed Filipinos over to Spanish encomenderos who collected tribute in exchange for supposed protection. Polo y servicios demanded forced labor. The Catholic Church ran schools, but the schools existed to produce obedience, to God and to the Crown, in that order. The priests outnumbered civil officials in the provinces and served as the real local government, which is why 333 years of Spanish rule left something more durable than any political structure: it left a posture. The posture of the supplicant. The instinct to defer to authority, to wait for a patron, to petition rather than demand.
Spanish surnames replaced indigenous names by decree in 1849. The Catálogo Alfabético de Apellidos handed out European family names to Filipinos who had no ancestral connection to them. The pre-colonial kinship-based identity was replaced with an administrative one, assigned from outside. Even the name of the country, Las Islas Filipinas, named for King Philip II of Spain, was somebody else's act of naming. A people renamed carry, in the very fact of their renaming, the record of who held power over them.
Fifty Years of Schoolbooks: What America Did
Spain sold the Philippines to the United States for twenty million dollars in the Treaty of Paris, 1898. America arrived claiming liberation and proceeded to fight a colonial war that killed between 200,000 and 600,000 Filipino civilians, depending on which estimate you trust. Then it built schools.
Those schools were, as the academic record shows, explicitly designed not just to teach reading but to produce a specific kind of person. Filipino historian Renato Constantino wrote with precision about what that meant: with American education, the Filipinos were not only learning a new language; they were not only forgetting their own language; they were starting to become a new type of American. The 1,074 teachers known as the Thomasites arrived in 1901. English became the sole medium of instruction. American history was taught as history. The Pensionado Act of 1903 sent selected Filipinos to study in the United States, explicitly to bind future Filipino leaders to the colonial administration.
What this produced was a country that learned to measure its own worth in a borrowed tongue. English became the marker of intelligence, of mobility, of civilization. Filipino children learned to be ashamed of speaking their own languages in class. The colonial curriculum cast good citizenship in terms of economic self-sufficiency and non-violence, which meant, practically, that anti-colonial nationalism was quietly framed as bad citizenship. You were taught to be productive within the system, not to question the system. That lesson has not been retracted.
Philippine public education today ranks low in every international measure it participates in. The 2018 PISA results placed Filipino students last in reading comprehension and second to last in mathematics among 79 countries tested. The educational architecture built on colonial foundations was never redesigned from the ground up. It was inherited, maintained, and slowly underfunded. The problem is not only money. It is the unbroken line between a system designed to produce compliant subjects and a system that still has not been asked to produce critical citizens.
The Patron and the Vote: Why the Same Families Keep Winning
By 2025, more than 80% of congressional seats in the Philippines are controlled by dynastic politicians, according to the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism. All 80 provinces have political families. The BTI 2026 Country Report on the Philippines describes governance as constrained by political dynasties, institutional veto players, and informal power brokers including warlords, private armies, and the military.
This is not a failure of democracy. It is democracy functioning exactly as the colonial system trained it to function. The encomienda taught Filipinos that the powerful man provides and the community owes him. The Spanish friar was both spiritual father and local administrator. The American period formalized patron-client networks through the cacique class it chose to govern through. What the voter does every election season, accepting cash the night before, choosing the family name they know, returning the Marcoses to Malacañang, is the rational behavior of someone who has learned, over generations, that institutions are unreliable and that personal loyalty to a patron is the only protection that works.
Sociologist Nicole Curato has described this with clarity: elections technically legitimize political dynasties by giving the illusion that the public has the power to choose its leaders, even though the pool of electable candidates is generally limited to members of elite families. The 2013 Pork Barrel Scam, in which billions from the Priority Development Assistance Fund were stolen through fake NGOs, implicated senators from multiple powerful dynasties. Several of them staged political comebacks. Bong Revilla won a Senate seat again. Jinggoy Estrada returned. The voters who returned them were not stupid. They were operating inside a system that offers no credible alternative and punishes those who try to build one.
What Constantino identified as the miseducated Filipino, a person taught loyalty to a colonial state rather than critical consciousness of it, votes in every election. Not because Filipinos are uniquely credulous or uniquely corrupt, but because the educational system designed to suppress anti-colonial nationalism never produced its replacement. No sustained, compulsory civic education that teaches how to read a platform, interrogate a policy, or demand accountability from an official. What gets taught instead is national pride as feeling, not as practice.
The Cross That Stayed: Catholicism and the Conservative Reflex
The SOGIE Equality Bill was first proposed in the Philippine House of Representatives in 2000. It has been re-filed multiple times since. It has never passed. As of 2023, nineteen senators signed a letter seeking to remand the bill back to committee. The Catholic Bishops' Conference of the Philippines, which says it opposes discrimination in principle, has consistently applied pressure against the bill's passage, framing protection of LGBTQ+ Filipinos as a threat to the family and to religious freedom.
The irony the CBCP has never publicly addressed: Christianity is not indigenous to the Philippines. The gender diversity the Church calls foreign ideology was here before the Spanish arrived. The babaylan who held male and female in one body was not an import. Lakapati was not imported. The asog who served as shamans in the Visayas were not an innovation. They were the original culture. What was imported, on ships, enforced by inquisition, with people burned for sodomy, was the binary. The conservative position in the Philippines is, in the most precise historical sense, the colonial position.
Open Table Metropolitan Community Church made the point directly in their published position on the SOGIE bill: Christianity and our major denominations in the Philippines are all western and colonial. Christianity is not indigenous to the Philippines. The CBCP's claim that protecting queer Filipinos represents ideological colonization is, by any honest reading of history, backwards. The colonization happened in 1565. Its most durable product is the church the CBCP represents.
Over 86% of Filipinos identify as Catholic, making the Philippines the third largest Catholic population in the world. That number is also a colonial census. A faith introduced through force and maintained through five centuries of institutional presence now polices the moral boundaries of a sovereign country in a way that directly contradicts that country's own pre-colonial beliefs. Philippine conservatism on gender and sexuality is not the preservation of Filipino culture. It is the preservation of someone else's culture, mistaken for the original.
The Celebrity Politician and the Devotional Fan
Ferdinand Marcos Jr. won the 2022 Philippine presidential election with 31 million votes, the largest mandate in Philippine electoral history. His father declared martial law in 1972, ruled as a dictator until 1986, oversaw the torture and disappearance of thousands of political prisoners, and plundered an estimated five to ten billion dollars from the state. The Marcos family was never made to give most of it back. The educational system produced generations of Filipinos who learned this history incompletely, contested, or not at all.
Political celebrity in the Philippines functions along lines that were laid down under Spanish rule and never fully dismantled. The datu commanded loyalty through personal authority, not institutional accountability. The friar commanded devotion through charisma and spiritual access. The American period added the celebrity element, the radio voice, the movie star. Joseph Estrada, Lito Lapid, Nora Aunor, Manny Pacquiao, the trajectory from entertainment to elected office is shorter in the Philippines than anywhere else because the gap between devotion to a performer and devotion to a patron was always narrow.
What this produces in practice is a voter who follows a person, not a position. Who defends their chosen politician the way a devotee defends a saint, not because the saint has delivered measurable results but because the relationship is affective, identity-forming, tribal. Criticism of the politician registers as an attack on the self. This is not a character flaw particular to Filipinos. It is what happens when civic education is replaced with loyalty training across four centuries.
Third World by Design: What Was Never Rebuilt
The Philippines holds some of the most fertile land in Southeast Asia, a position along shipping routes that has generated wealth for every colonial power that occupied it, and a population whose labor drives remittance flows that constitute nearly 10% of GDP annually. It is not poor because of geography or natural shortage. The PhilArchive paper by Angelito Malicse identifies the direct line between colonial suppression of indigenous knowledge systems and governance structures and the country's present developmental position. What colonization did was not merely extract wealth. It reorganized the entire system of value, accountability, and collective action so that wealth accumulated at the top and devolved nowhere.
The hacienda system Spain installed concentrated land in the hands of the Church and a small ilustrado elite. American rule maintained that concentration. Independence in 1946 transferred power from American administrators to Filipino elites who had been educated and selected by the colonial system to run it. The people at the top of Philippine society in 1946 were, in most cases, the families who had cooperated most thoroughly with the colonial system. They had the land, the education, the connections. They wrote the constitution. Their descendants, by and large, are the 80% of congressional seats the dynasties hold today.
Poverty in the Philippines is not an accident or an absence of resources. It is a structure. It was built carefully over 400 years and has been maintained, with modifications, by each successive governing class since. The Filipino who works abroad and sends money home because there is no dignified work at home is not a symbol of Filipino resilience, though that is the story told about him. He is a symptom of an extractive system that exported colonialism's labor logic into its own citizens.
The Empathy Problem: What Disappears When Community Is Replaced by Hierarchy
Pre-colonial Philippine society was not a utopia. But the barangay was a community with reciprocal obligations. The babaylan's role was collective: she healed the sick, mediated between worlds, held the community's grief. The colonial church replaced collective spiritual practice with individual salvation administered through a priest. The datu's communal accountability was replaced with the encomendero's extraction rights. The pre-colonial ethic of mutual obligation, utang na loob in its original sense, a debt of inner gratitude between equals, was rewired into a vertical relationship: you owe the patron, always, and the patron owes you nothing that cannot be revoked.
What that rewiring produced over generations is a society where empathy runs strongly along family lines and weakens sharply past them. The Filipino will give everything for his family. For the stranger in the next city, for the Lumad community being displaced from its ancestral land, for the trans woman being refused a bathroom, the connection is much harder to feel. Not because Filipinos are cold, but because the colonial system systematically dismantled every institution that built solidarity across the lines of kinship. Church, school, and political patron all competed to replace the horizontal community with a vertical one.
The queer Filipino asking for legal protection against discrimination is asking precisely this: extend the circle of obligation past the family, past the patron, past the tribe. The resistance to that ask comes from multiple directions, the Church, the conservative legislator, the voter who considers the bill too foreign or too abstract for his immediate life. All of them are, in different ways, people whose capacity for civic solidarity was compressed over four centuries into something smaller than it used to be.
What Was Burned Is Still Burning
The Spanish burned the pre-colonial writing systems they found. The baybayin script survives in fragments. Most of the oral literature was never written down, and the people who carried it were converted, suppressed, or killed. The babaylan was driven into hiding. What survives of the pre-colonial world comes to us through the accounts of the colonizers, which is to say it comes to us through the records of people who were trying to destroy it.
And yet the Lumad babaylan still leads her community in Mindanao. The Igorot communities in the Cordillera have kept practices the lowland Philippines long abandoned. The people who study pre-colonial history and feel, reading it, something like recognition, not nostalgia, which is sentimental, but the specific shock of finding out that what you were told was foreign to you was actually yours, those people are everywhere in the country now, and they are young.
The question the Philippines has never fully answered is whether it can build a post-colonial civic identity, one that draws on what the babaylan actually was, that teaches history as a record of power rather than a pageant of heroes, that extends legal protection to gender identities that existed here long before Christianity did, that holds a dynasty politician to account the way a barangay held its datu. This would require dismantling systems built over four centuries with intention.
The Philippines is not trapped. No country is. But the trap has a shape, and it has a history, and you cannot walk out of it without first seeing it clearly. The babaylan is still there, inside the culture that tried to erase her. The question is whether the country will let her back in.
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