Makes Sense To Me?

I admit that I find it hard to write about current issues concerning the fate of our country and people because I find myself disengaged to it. I’m not exactly in the milk-for-my-cereal, coffeemate-for-my-coffee income bracket (unless those 3-in-1 coffee packets count), heck, I don’t even have an income bracket yet D: But I also admit that I’m not counted in the wide majority of people who get largely affected by little (or big) decisions by the government. My tuition fee has increased a bit, but it’s still manageable, and I’m able to acquire life’s necessities and sometimes even get a taste of what it’s like in the A-circle.

But that does not mean I am excused from caring just because no one I know has died or have been evicted by the government or treated brusquely by officials. Someone I know very dearly could be next. Or it could be me.

No matter how colorful the last SONA was, with all it’s glittery-garbed attendance roll or the supposed “achievements” the administration had, there is no doubt that this country is still in a very bad place. Even if the trademark Filipino smile is ever present on the lips of the people, one only has to look closely to see that underneath that showing of teeth is the tinges of blood from TB or jaundiced eyeballs or brittle bones on the verge of collapsing under the weight of another sack of cement.

I see a whole lot of it during my commute trips to the main city and back again to my little provincial burg. But that’s all. My eyeballs develop it and my brain shoves it down deep into my subconscious, to be roused only when something affects me directly. It’s annoying.

And so we complain. It’s something that a lot of bloggers (though not all) do best; complain about this and that and expect that our writing should start the Filipino awakening. And yet, even now as we complain about the price of basic commodities and the mindanao situation and government corruption, we provide no solid solution for these. I include myself in the mass of people who just complain but then sit comfortably in front of the television watching Friends reruns while my fellow iskolar ng bayan are rallying against government oppresion on education.

I am ashamed. I hope it doesn’t take a friend’s dead body to make me get off that couch and start changing things. When we see a problem, let’s not just target it and say how wrong it is; let’s try to create a plan to solve it.

I’m not really helping am I?*flails*

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