“Buhay ay langit sa piling mo.”
The line gives me chills not because it’s true…
(In reality, inconsiderate motorists, inattentive pedestrians, litterbugs, people rushing into an elevator before letting people out, and other daily frustrations remind me how far we are from Utopia.)
That line hits me because it presents me with a dream that, in moments, I believe to be attainable.
I may be wrong. But when watching the sunset from a clean beach, sitting atop a mountain, zooming past rice fields, swimming under waterfalls, floating on crystalline seas, slipping through majestic caves, or eating extra asim Sinigang with heaps of soft rice, I imagine this could be paradise.
Might we build heaven – with no poverty, suffering, or oppression, and with justice, peace, and prosperity – in these islands?
Can we build a country no Filipino would wish to escape from?