During my stay in Pisay, there had been times that I admittedly felt severely depressed with my performance and situation there to the point of sometimes blanking out in front of other people. At those times, I took a brief moment of respite in an rarely-traversed spot that I called my "sanctuary" from the worries of the world. It didn't take much to get there - it was the dirt and gravel path connecting the main driveway and the oval track - and it certainly wasn't much. The place itself was merely a concrete slab under a leafy canopy of a large, gnarled mango (?) tree right beside the oval track fronting Agham Road. The spot certainly didn't have the furnishings of a five-star hotel, but to me at that volatile time in my life, that place was as good as any place for me to be at any time. Sitting on that block-cum-bench, I could hear the whispers of the breeze as it made the leaves rustle. It was a breeze that seemed to come form everywhere amd at the same time nowhere, drawing the despair in my mind out and scattering it to the four corners of the world. The crisp chirps of crickets and birds alike echoed around that little square, hinting of the coming dusk. The light of the sun diffused through the leaves of that grand canopy, transforming from a searing, blinding light into a comforting, majestic glow that seemed to emanate from the canopy itself. As the stream of illumination trickled through the treetop, ethereal shadows danced on the ground like an entourage of dancers performing a gala presentation for a weary man. There, time stood still in a way that only lovers can describe with succinct detail. There, hope sprung anew like seeds sprouting after a storm. There, I could think about what my existence meant - for myself and for all humanity.
And then a car passes, the rumble of its engine breaking the tranquility. And the moment passes, with yet another memory ingrained in my memory. And time once again passes, like it has for all of eternity. And that tree - that place - and I - will come to pass too, as all are fated to. But the hope which that space etched onto my soul will never pass - no, will never fade, nor weaken - so as long as the memory and essence of that little piece of my universe remains.
Dec 3, 2008
While it's been a while since I updated this thing, it's not surprising (relatively speaking) to see that many more things than expected have changed. I mean, hey, it's been half a year but it seems to me like at least several years have already passed. Just look at that image to the right. Hey, you may not see my face or the thing I'm signing, but that's my first payslip from an NGO - the Philippine National Police Foundation. After working for some time with a BPO company (which shall go unnamed, mainly because I don't exactly approve of its practices and policies), I decided to follow my heart and move into the non-government field. Fortunately, my old friend Jerome Montemayor (now Sir Jerome Montemayor) invited me to come over to the PNPFI as a project-based staff. The rest, they say, is ancient history. I eventually met the founder of La Mancha Pyro Productions - Mr. Ricardo Crisostomo - the same guys who manage the annual World Pyro Olympics traditionally held along Manila Bay near SM Mall of Asia. Seeing my penchant for blowing stuff up (kidding!) and my love of learning, he offered me a spot in the La Mancha stable as a pyrotechnician/show planner-in-training (which of course I gladly accepted). Thus, when my contract with the Foundation expires on the 31st of December this year, I will most likely be coming along for the ride when the Philippines prepares for WPO 2009.
Maybe, maybe not.
Then there's the issue of my emerging dilemma. This stems from the fact that at this time, opportunity seems to be served to me on silver platters. Note the plural form of the noun - PLATTERS. I mean, hey, I've got a decent-paying job, another contract with an NGO up in the air, a training-hiring offer with La Mancha, and a scholarship in La Salle to consider. Damn the situation... sure, education is something that people acknowledge as being important and all, but people have time and time again shown that one can change the world long before they have obtained their college degrees. Well, that's debatable here in the Philippines, but hey, I can brag that I have more experience in admin, technical and finance work than most (if not all) of my classmates in college, sans a formal degree. Who in their right mind tried to learn accounting, GNU/Linux, social marketing, NGO management, corporate law, and a bunch of other fields all at the same time? Not many, I suppose.
Oh well, then again, they can always brag about their degree. And I? I can always brag that I was successful in a field outside my baccalaureate course.