It’s the season of giving. I’m hesitant to include forgiving and forgetting, especially wrongful acts hurting common good that must be preceded with retribution. Be that as it may, I give a more comprehensive blueprint and responsive contingency to utilities providers, known as foresight, as opposed to poor sight. But not resiliency to victims of calamities. They already have it, better known as survival instinct.
We should not confuse the resilient with the silent, the latter know saying something breaks nothing except their unheard silence. I gift them recovery for their loss, be it property or dignity, and discovery, of what is rightfully theirs. Sadly, loss of life is irretrievable, except belief in resurrection.
I give emulation to those who helped selflessly, they expect nothing in return, but would feel rewarded when hundreds mimic their act of pure kindness. See, it’s still not about them, but others they don’t even know. More so to those who helped anonymously, I gift them with remembrance that lasts longer than publicity, even to a people with the shortest memory. Of course there is nothing wrong with publicity if intended for transparency and accountability.
But there is something wrong with inviting attention to themselves, especially those who claim to better others to proclaim themselves better. But who cares about sincerity of intentions when help is all that matters between life and death, dignity and misery? Nobody maybe, except that inner voice that tells us not only right from wrong, but also good from bad, intention or otherwise. But there is always gratitude we should never run out of, except where service is a matter of duty especially for public men and women to whom gratitude becomes voluntary. Otherwise, we feel beholden to the duty bound.
I give fighting spirit to the Filipino athletes, regardless of how they are treated by bad spirits in the form of human antagonists. It’s not that they lost it after their best Olympic performance in Tokyo. It’s just that their best may not be good enough for a country that regards them way less than they should be.
For the national elections next year, I give good conscience to all candidates who presumably know what is good for the country. But some may opt to listen to what is good for them and justify it will be ultimately good for the people anyway. To the Filipino voters, discernment. And informed decision, misinformed by fake news believers to whom I give reality check. But to fake news peddlers, I give reality choke. And to the learned and educated who believe in them, to snap back at their senses to separate fact from fiction, most importantly at their sense of decency to separate humanity from savagery.
I will not give enlightenment to the dumb and stupid, there is no light bright enough for those who choose to stay in the dark. I do not refer to those poor academically, much less financially, but those who never learn from the lessons of today and yesterday. Maybe they will, from future history.