About 5 years ago, I made a conscious effort to read some books about belief systems I wasn’t immersed in having been molded, like many of us Filipinos, by two Catholic (but, thankfully, relatively liberal) institutions.
It was a lone voyage to the unknown to take from unexplored wisdom and piece together my own Weltanschauung and way of life based on knowledge, logic, and love.
I decided I wanted to be kind and mindful of my means of expression, not take other’s negative words or actions personally, withhold judgment and lean towards understanding and compassion…
Regretfully, I feel I’ve forgotten this, for one reason or another.
But as these values and this way of being leap back from the shadows into the foreground of my mind’s stage, I’m becoming more tolerant, more positive, more content, and on the road to my true self again.
I’m remembering that HOW you are is more meaningful than WHO you are and much more significant than WHAT you are.
This is something I will refuse to forget from hereon.
In reaction to: Muslim Scholars Release Open Letter To Islamic State Meticulously Blasting Its Ideology
I heaved a sigh of relief and breathed in some hope for humanity when I heard of this movement within the Muslim community seeking to clarify and establish, with scholastic authority, their sacred books.
These books wield power from a corresponding god or prophet, so we can only imagine how much influence it has on a person.😐
Ensuring they are interpreted to foster love, tolerance, and peace seems the most practical path, right?
Only their believers can do that. (It’s not like they’d listen to a heathen.) And believers in Catholicism and Christianity have done it pretty successfully. (Not completely, but still an improvement!)
Lasting change comes from within.
Oftentimes, it is external pressures that force transformation. But it won’t happen unless the entity wills it.
This holds true for congregations, nations, organizations, and people like me.☺️
Cheers to constant progression and to a world at peace and in love!❤️
One thing I find personally disturbing about the attacks in Paris is that… I’m not shocked.
I’m sad. I’m concerned. I’m outraged. But I’m not shocked.Am I alone in feeling this?
I didn’t expect it to happen… But when I learn of so much injustice and unnecessary loss of life all over the world, then realize that the injustice and murder is perpetrated and perpetuated by the human race, acts of terrorism lose their shock value – at least for people like me who aren’t directly affected by it.
With the global society’s desensitization, there is pressure on ‘terrorists’ to get creative and level up their performance. The escalation of violence and cruelty goes on and on and on…
I’m still hopeful that there is an end to this. That enemies will sit down together and say, “This isn’t working for anyone,” and come to a resolution.
Problem is, it IS working for some people. It’s working out wonderfully for people on top amassing wealth and power at the expense of human lives and human suffering. And they will fight tooth and nail to maintain this status quo.
Caught this video at just the right time and sharing it for anyone who was ever freaked out by the question “What do you want to be?” or “What do you do?”.
It can be frustrating not feeling particularly talented at a specific thing. For someone that has jumped from one career to the next, doing pretty well (If I do say so myself) then leaving before diving in too deep, I’ve realized my passion, more than anything else, is learning. And now, I’m guessing, I’m one sort of ‘multipotentialite’!
But even with a label, I’m not completely pacified. I’m thinking there are multi ‘multipotentialites’ doing and accomplishing so much more than me. My utmost respect for experts and specialists may have inhibited me from pushing through with so many ideas, thinking I couldn’t possibly get things done right without the necessary training/knowledge/skills…
I do realize the tidbits of insight I bring to the table, though. Perhaps I just need to find a specialist partner? Or maybe I should throw caution to the wind, embrace every unknown, and just go for it.
I was a pretty quiet kid, quite unsure of myself and very much content with fading into the background.
So before this day ends, I would like to thank the teachers that noticed this wallflower and urged me out of my hiding place.
From teachers in Poveda and ADMU to mentors in my many careers, a wave of gratitude goes out to you!
To my friends who have chosen teaching as a vocation, you are neon lights of inspiration.
Many, many thanks to the teachers of the world!