By Gil delos Santos
These 3 Es describe the existence of this account. The first ever facebook that I have created back in 2009 (if I remember it correctly) which featured career life and world travels have reached its time when I decided to take it down last year after the pandemic struck.
That's the first fb journey: I wanted to get rid of some connections without blocking them. I've taken aback, did not close the door, but brought the door with me somewhere else to open it up again through a new account. Memories is secondary after self-care. I did not care so much about the past, neither the future...as I make life happen everyday whatever is in front of me.
This current account seems to be on that same pathway or fate after reactions surface on the expressions that I have shared, and on the experimentations that I have put in line. Expiration looks inevitable.
I might however change mind...which we know as the only constant matter on earth.
Aside from it, "change", nothing remains permanent in the humans' world.
Some reactions of concern try to persuade why I put up so much time and effort on campaigns for Boracay and Malay which seem unwinnable if they're laid against the masterplan.
My campaign decisions are uninfluenced. At some point, I had to withdraw from a certain movement and do the campaign alone after sensing masked personal intentions. I am just a small particle that cannot stop a big mass from rolling down the hill. But why critiques react to a small voice that does not represent any party?
It is giving me the idea that people choose who to listen to. If they listen and react, you matter. If they've put so much attention on prrd's wps jetski statement, they can as well listen and react to my statement that I can stop duterte's cohorts from penetrating inside Boracay. Both impossible, right? At least someone tries to get the public's attention to deliver the real message of awareness. This is the opportunity I take, to open minds to see the perspective I want Boracay and Malay to see. There is a spot in my heart that most people have never seen and have never been. They don't see where I am coming from as a native Boracaynon who try to protect our heritage and lineage's existence.
I am not desperate of business return, position, nor affiliation. I have not even efforted to get A&D certificates for my family's properties nor got crazy with land titling intentions. It's the least of my interest. I can live peacefully somewhere else. But...first love never dies. This is reason of all the noises I try to create.
I might keep quiet at some point, not because I am backing down; nor I am scared, nor I lost my fighting principle.
When I slowly start to transition into a quiet spot, it is because that I don't want to look desperate on obvious matters that I have no control over it anymore. If my "WILL" cannot stop them anymore from taking my first love away, I'll let it be. At least I have hung on, I fought a hard fight.
But will find a workaround...my first love, my dear Boracay.
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