Early Musings
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm in the right place. I wonder what type of person I'd be had I been raised in the Philippines. Not that I think less of Filipinos, really. I respect them especially since I've been here. I've seen life in the Philippines first hand--not vicariously on a tv news channel. Would it depend on what school I go to? What types of shows I watch? Teleseryes? Where I live or who I know?
One thing is for sure though, I've learned to value of my citizenship. I consider it a call-to-action. Try as I may with all my willpower to set foot on American soil to 'make a difference in the world,' I was pulled by gravity here, back to where I'm from...back to the country where people cross the street at the wrong place and time--back to the country where cars roll on top of the road lines, not in them--back to the country where politicians use the media to argue with each other and distract the masses* -- of course, this could be an exaggeration.
Yes, I'm back to one of the most corrupted countries in the world. The irony is, it is one of the most beautiful. It is a huge piece of work to be a Filipino citizen and to accept the irony of everything. Still, I feel like I've found my purpose. Somehow, I guess it's still too early to tell.