Every snapshot has a story: The ‘Welcome’ Sign

‘Welcome’ signs are iconic. Some are simple, yet exude an idea or two about a place.

Whenever I see them on my travels, exhaustion turns into relief. I feel safe and secure.

Not only do these ‘welcome’ signs give me the comfort of knowing where I am but also the thrill and assurance that I am headed to where I want to be. After all, in life, as it is on the road, being on the right track matters.
Reaching your final destination without hassle is heavenly.

I have passed by this particular Kapangan ‘welcome’ sign a number of times where, thankfully, there have been no border checks. No unnecessary controls.
It has only pointed me to one direction.
Welcome to the other side. Home.

When Lightning Strikes Twice

Affirmative. It did. I have barely got back on my feet and started believing that things were getting better, when, like the first time, lightning struck without warning. Another shocking truth revealed. This couldn’t be happening!

This time, it was more forceful, more poignant and more painful. It totally knocked me off my feet.

I thought of all the others who got hit the first time and have been trying their best to move on. They have worked really hard hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel. But, has the strike of a second lightning, a more disheartening truth, rendered those efforts useless? And I can’t help but ask: Was I taken for a fool that I didn’t deserve to know the absolute truth the first time?

I am not angry. I don’t think I will ever be. However, I am deeply hurt to the core of my being. I may have every right to be. Well, give me that, at least.

What now?

My heart bleeds. I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Nevertheless, I have accepted the blow and have resolved to bravely live with it. Now and then, I force myself to stop those tears from flowing because crying neither stops nor changes the harsh reality of it all.

You see, discovering a lie for the first time, becomes an impetus for a massive shake-up of your personal beliefs.

Being struck with another lie the second time around, your world crumbles and then buries you with it. It numbs and sucks the life out you. It can kill.

What keeps me going? Unconditional love.
It stops me from blaming anyone including myself. Stop the blame. Live the game called life.

It makes me sane and be understanding of why lightning hasn’t struck once but twice.

It keeps the suffering under control.

Whatever happens next, unconditional love is a weapon that I am unable to surrender to the enemy. I will fight with it, not just today or tomorrow but definitely for eternity.

 

‘Of The Sea’

There were four

That became two

‘Of the sea’

Just  you and me.

 

When the world shook

An arm kept me safe

‘Of the sea’

Did it for me.

 

Kept apart by miles and years

The flow of blood, fervent

That bridge between prevails

Unbroken, forever unburnt.

 

My love, respect and awe

Never lost, be in the know

I miss the big bro

Of the sea, so I speak.

My wheel. My life.

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Take control of your steering wheel as you would take control of your life.

The moment you touch that wheel, you become the boss of your emotions, your thoughts, your words and your actions. Do not be overwhelmed with that power, though. Drive safely. If you don’t, there’s bound to be terrible consequences. The worst is the loss of your life or someone else’s.

Therefore, live your life safely. Take risks but use your common sense.

Move away from danger.

The wheel is life. Sometimes you’re up, at other times, you’re down.

Therefore, do not mock and judge people. One of them might get to the top of the wheel, wealthier, more famous and more successful than you.

Remember the golden rule. Believe in karma.

What we do and use to make wrong things right

(alluded to one particular leader of a land who thinks he can do anything with impunity)

Diversion:
-Constantly making up excuses or alibis. The attention is now drawn from what is actually wrong to proving the truthfulness of the alibi.

-Inferring from someone else’s experience. But, what has been right for someone may not be right for another.

-Knowing but not straightforwardly accepting that he is wrong. He cleverly fights back by pointing out the opponent’s wrongdoing instead.

Deception: Lying is not telling the truth outright. To deceive is cheating someone with a fabricated truth. That is double jeopardy.

Revenge/ Karma: The notion of “an eye for an eye’…

Beliefs:

-Customs and Traditions:  If one can accept and adapt to changes of the times, then there is no need to justify a traditional practice.

-Ideology:  Whatever society calls it and however it is applied, it does not necessarily determine that what is wrong is right and vice versa.

Social Media Misuse/Abuse
When one resorts to spreading and using  fake news. And using it further to proliferate a graphic image or an erroneous information about the purported enemy.

Charisma
Its power can drive supporters to blind loyalty and encourages them to acquiesce to any idea without reading between the lines. They would go as far as defending and shrugging off the use of foul and offending language. They would further tolerate inhumane practices.

When their enemy falters,  he is excessively  mocked, bashed and taunted personally and via social media.

Keeping allies as close as possible and at all costs. Knowing full well that as and when needed, they can be utilised to propagate the same convictions as the charismatic leader.

White lies.

 Wanting total freedom where there is total disregard for the law. Divine or human.

To blog or not to blog

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My daily routine of heading to work has been put on hold for sometime now. This has given me the opportunity to re-ignite hobbies of old: reading and writing. I was able to read those pocketbooks gathering dust on the shelf.  I unwrapped subscriptions of Reader’s Digests and read them all. To further pass the time, I completed browsing through a pile of travel brochures.

Coincidentally, I have had this  longing to write about my own culture after realising its slow demise and how much I have taken it for granted. Thankfully, I found an online community, Igorotage,  which interestingly caters to topics about my tribal roots. Perfect! I signed-up. My tagline: “I am passionate about keeping the Igorot culture alive”.

To blog:  When I started writing for Igorotage, my ‘creative juices’ kicked off! It paved the way for me to take courage,  reach out to more readers and learn the intricacies of blogging. This site, Opinions Matter,  came to life.

My first attempt to blog about my roots,  Hometown Fortress came into fruition.

The more I blogged, the more I wanted to write about anything and share my opinions from my heart’s point of view. Not only have I discovered that blogging is an avenue to  discover the eccentricities and convictions of other people but it has likewise widen my writing horizon.

To blog more: My determination to share my culture in writing has not waned, therefore, a separate site, www.benguetsite.wordpress.com has been created to highlight that goal.

I hope that through this specific site, I will be able to relay the significance of not just knowing but also remembering one’s culture and traditions. Hence, passing a priceless heritage to generations still to come.

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