I don't want to write about what happened today. Nothing so out of the ordinary really happened.
For some reason, I have been going through some parts of my favorite novel, "Les Miserables". It is amusing and a little painful to realize that Victor Hugo's work still applies to me, just as much as "Eating Fire and Drinking Water," as well as "El Filibusterismo" always will. And even now as I listen to "Ala volonte du peuple", I wonder how it translates to Filipino, how such a dear sentiment can find its form and root where I am. It is a double calling for me: as a psychologist in training to raise and enlighten consciousness, and as a young Filipino to bring that consciousness into action.
I know I've come so far and am beginning to take steps to achieve much. However, despite the relative joy and peace I've felt for a year, I feel an old restlessness again in me. I know that this time around, I will not be drawn towards protests and barricades, but perhaps to another means just as difficult.
I want to be of help. I want to serve in GK again. I want to throw myself into community work. I want to do something for my country. I cannot be content with writing, for I know that the ink in my pen has dried up, for now. There is something more that I must do...yet I do not know if I can do it yet. I know I have to set my affairs in order first as a student and an organization officer before I commit to this mission.
No, I do not want to forget. I want to balance things, temper my fire, and learn to direct my passions. But never forget.
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