sick of the time

just last night I recalled what roco had told us in the meeting that we held on the day he announced to the public that he was sick and that he was going to the states to have his medical treatment: "wag mawawalan ng pag-asa".

Simple message outside the realm of verbosity, but too deep that man, particularly Filipinos, cant seem to comprehend.

Today is the sick of the time. Everything is the sick of the time. Confuse me more and it aint be good enough.

The people are tired I know, but somehow I hope they'd never lose it-hope. As one had been continuously reminding us: "let it not be said no one from our generation raged against the dying of the light".

Now as I have recalled roco and one of the gazillion of teachings he had impressed on me, I began to once again ask myself have been losing it?

People, even my own dad had told me that what we are fighting for is utterly impossible. I understand them. More often than not, when a body is tired, the spirit conks out. And when it does, it starts to deny every lil ounce of should-have's and would-have's till nothing is left where cynicism start to reside.

A year after roco died, I realized that my dad was correct, that it aint that easy as reading the doctrines in my book. the reality is far more wrenching than what I read in the dailies and from what I see with my eyes. but somehow I have got to be there and hang on. because it is far more better to do the impossible rather than do nothing at all.