some thoughts

I once argued with my dad and uncle about the present political situation in the country and blamed them and their generations for having done too little if none at all. My father shot back that if he had not done anything for the country, then no one will be in front of them on that same moment fighting for reforms. I felt cheated and dismissed the debate as part of the reality that it is futile to reason out with someone whose reasons are wrecked not by the present political situation of the country but by choice just to dismiss me off.

But only now that I have thought of the wisdom of that argument because it is only now that I see the purpose of being in their generation and being in mine.

A known ALS victim once said that one must know how to be young and revel for it and one must know how to be old and revel for it. For the longest time I have been believing in the ugly reality that genuine reforms take decades to achieve and only now that I have thought that everybody had done his share for that salivated glory.

Some must be oppressed for us to learn that freedom should be insatiable. Some must be killed to emphatically present what we choose to be blind of. Some must be silent for us to go deft of its implications. Being in my fathers generation entailed selfishness for it was in their survival and my growth that their ideals of a country rest. And being in my own time entails idealism as laid by what we had aspired for in the time that our forefathers have been oppressed, silenced, and stupefied. For tomorrow must learn frustration from failed idealism, and the day after tomorrow must learn to reconcile the fruit of grandeur from idealism and the gracefulness of the defeat.