The Choice of Death--the Princess of the Stars Tragedy

Even before my poll on this topic come to a close... allow me to share with you my thoughts.

As it is with all grand scale tragedies, pointing a blaming finger is always the norm and the Frank disaster and the "Sulpicio fiasco," as some people would really like to say, is no different.

Since the news on the sinking of the ship, people are starting to find someone to blame for the tragedy. Obviously, Sulpicio is at the top of the guilty list. Most people, especially those in close proximity with the victims, either by blood relation or just a friend of a friend of a friend are inclined to blame Sulpicio. Sulpicio on the other hand and those who knows somebody in Sulpicio who are convinced or tried to convince themselves of the seaworthiness of the ship is predispose to find others to put the blame on--like the Coast Guard or PAG-ASA. Round and round the blame winds out people and entities until the most guilty coughs out and accepts their guilt.

Also as it is with any tragedy with lots of death involved, the blame is heaped on the weary shoulder of the survivors and those who came out of it with just a little scratch. We've seen it on television, people derisively telling crew survivors that they are only trying to save themselves.

We'll, if you're the sister, mother or a friend of a victim you rightfully feel the need to say those things out of the overwhelming grief of the moment. But then no one should really blame anyone for surviving. Being there and enduring it while seeing all those flesh and blood cry out is a burden heavy enough to bear for a lifetime, adding guilt on it is really too much.

A lot of people may blame Sulpicio for the tragedy and these people have equally sound arguments to support their opinion; arguments though does not make a case. Facts alone would clear the conscience of all those involved in the tragedy. However, my intention here is not to convict or exonerate those responsible.

What I want is to somehow discuss the death of those passengers and all others who died during the typhoon. For many people, these deaths are the cause of anger towards Sulpicio, PAG-ASA, Coast Guard etc.. To their minds I guess, is the belief that these people should not have died without that tragedy; and the cause is... whatever mistakes that according to them was perpetrated by those in the guilty list.

We'll whatever their reason, as somebody I recently know would often say... "but that's to their own according." And so now, here's death "to my own according."

I have always believe that death is something that would come, regardless and no matter, when its time. The moment you die is the moment you choose to leave this lifetime. Life is a choice... death too is.

The death of someone, regardless of the manner, is with that person's full consent. You can never blame death on anyone. The manner of death, maybe but as to the moment of death, no. It is something that the individual unconciously decided on his/her own.

The freedom afforded to us to take control of our life is absolute and so as with determining our lifetimes.

For the Love of That Someone Called Me

Growing up poor and ugly and still come out of it having a healthy regard for oneself is no mean feat.
I never was and would never be a beauty, except maybe in the eyes of my father (bless his soul) who was forever be blinded by his fatherly and unconditional love.
I could still remember during those elementary years when some classmates would talk about me unpleasantly because of my looks and the tattered uniform I wore. Being poor, my parents cannot afford to buy me new uniform and so I wore my older sister's school uniform to school which had been so old that it already had patches to it.
Adding to the clothes is my own looks. I was so skinny then, and my color is that unhealthy pallor of sun dried brown due to the constant sun exposure when we play and gather stones for a fee for building concrete houses.
I was however blessed with a good head that my classmates would not really ridicule me openly for fear of not being able to copy my answer to examinations.

Hahaha... even that early I know there is justice in the world.

Anyway, as I have said I have a good head and a good head sometimes makes you more aware than you like of what's going on and what has been talked about behind your back. Needless to say, I know what they were talking about me and that had made me really insecure with my looks.
I can still remember one day during my third grade when I was looking at my arm and tried to stretch it while thinking that maybe if I became fat I would be a lot lighter to look at than my overly-burned skin. And so, there a pervent wish to become fat started.

Fattening myself was slow in coming. Lacking significantly in nutritious food, I never really put on the desired weight until I was in high school. However, during those times when I was still skinny I turned on all my attention to taking to heart seriously the wisdom that what is beauty after all if only skin deep. So, I nourish my mind for it does not cost me a single cent to do so. Books are always there for me to read. And I steer clear of people--a lot of people. Those people who wouldn't have understood my preoccupation and would only ridicule me. Also I had become the champion of the underdogs. You can't blame me for becoming heroic when all I can read in books then are accounts of good behavior and heroism over and over.

Then high school came and I started gaining weight and become fat. But, alas! Becoming fat had not really improve my looks. Tsk, tsk, tsk, looking back I can only shake my head and smile at my naivete and stupidity. Worse, during that time and even during college I couldn't even care less about how I look. I am only too happy to be holding myself in any school discussion etc., to mind about my looks. Also more and more people come to me for all kinds of problems and advise. They may not like my looks but no one can never discount my words, for always I had the penchant for sagacious punchline. Also, I wouldn't have been able to afford better clothes just to improve my looks back then, so taking seriously that thought of senseless beauty as unimportant works well for me.

But then after awhile I have come to see glimpses of that person that my father saw. But only glimpses. Until one day when a guy co-worker got really entangled into the drama of his life and sucked me into it. Being the good listener that I am and despite the few malicious people surrounding me during those childhood days back... I still believe in the goodness of people. And so this guy friend shared his soul with me holding nothing back. Basking in the pleasure of feeling needed and being able to help, I had found myself slowly growing in affection for the man. Luckily, there was no reciprocal feeling and although the feeling grows I am still at the top of my emotions then for I know every reason and circumstance that bring on such emotions. Reflecting on that I told him something to this effect "now I already know why I had been given me a kindly face, an empathetic heart and a healthy body with a good shoulders for which to place my head. I believe this is because with these people coming to me for comfort I really need a sturdy shoulders for them to cry on, a heart that feels their pain so I would understand them better, a good head to have the heart in check and a body that would not entice men."
I believe he had laughed at me then. hehehe. But I was so sure of it for most of the people who come to me are men and if I do possess a face and a body worthy to become an FHM cover then I would be warding off sexual advances more than giving comfort and helping them help themselves.

Honestly, I do feel hurt when people maliciously call me fat. But then on hindsight, being fat is what I wish for and I would not regret it. My body speaks of my character. The things I have done in order for me to live a life that I wanted claim to have been lived my way... all the way. The extra fatty upper torso is partly due to those backbreaking sacks of stones I carried starting when I was still six years old. A labor I was proud of for it brought me my first uniform in school.

I couldn't help it when most people can't get past the skin. It's their basic prerogative. As long as I know and accept who and what I am... other people's opinion does not matter. I love myself and this fat body is intrinsically a part of me.

But then on second thought... I would love seeing the looks of those who mock my fats when I'll be given the chance to become as sexy as Angel Locsin. Hahaha... here I am again having another wish. I just hope wishing at 30 is also as potent as my wish at third grade.

On Morality and Choices

I have read a blog of an esteemed friend regarding the morality of our choices. In gist, he talks about our choice being somewhat fraudulent and the morality questionable if it does not emananate from our ultimate passions. That the choice of doing good is not in itself moral if there lies within you the desire to do otherwise.

Reading the blog, I have hastily commented amen for to my mind then there is one choice--where one person is concern--that I have been able to chose not to do something I don't really like doing just because I don't like it, no matter how that person tries to twist everything in his mind. No one can really attribute motivations to one person especially if the thought of motive is not supported by observable behavior. The decision was not made out of mere moral convention, it was decided against because I am not for it--period.

So in here, now I will try to compose my thoughts and dig deeper into what I really think about some of his propositions.

In the blog, he claims "The morality of a choice primarily lies not in that which is chosen.--Why what does it entail to live a moral life? Isn't it right for me to choose not to kill someone out of revenge even if my desire to do so oftentimes overwhelm me just because I am afraid of committing what we conventionally call a mortal sin of murder?. For one may choose something he/she perceives as good, but if he/she chooses on the basis of conventions and not out of his/her ultimate passions, of his/her own subjective certainty; if he/she surrenders his/her autonomy in this entire act of choosing, then there is no authentic choice." --Meaning, if I choose to do good, quelling my humanly desire to do otherwise, then I am living a life of self-deception and moral hypocrisy? Isn't it the moral aim of our being to rise above our baser needs and instincts?

"Authentic morality therefore lies in the very act of choosing, something that emanates from one's subjective certainty and ultimate passion, and not in the things chosen, and certainly not in any law that determines the goodness or ungoodness of an act."

Well, I beg to disagree. Morality first and foremost is measured in what is chosen and not on the circumstances of the choice. If I choose not to steal food despite hunger, do I make myself morally hypocrite? Am I not being "authentically moral" just because I am denying myself with what I most desire just because I am afraid of getting caught stealing?

If we will talk about the authenticity of a choice alone, then yes. Somehow, to some extent you are denying yourself of something that you so wanted. But the authenticity of your choice does not necessarily translate morality. Morality always is choosing good over bad or evil regardless of motivations. We will be measured not so much on intentions but on our deeds--the ultimate expression of our choice.

Fact is:
> No one will convict you just for the mere fact that for a moment you think of stealing food but do not actually do so.

>We as beings are given the faculty of mind to think and consider things on top of our more instinctual drives. Unlike the lower forms of animals that is driven only by instincts of survival, procreation, and pleasure, we have a mind that can process and consider all our choices.

>We as beings are given the power of will to choose between what we want and what is morally acceptable. A cornered animal will have no other behavioral action except to fight back regardless of the possibility of hurting fellow animals. Beings like us have the freedom to choose self-sacrifice in order to save others.

>Authentic is only an adverb use to qualify Morality but does not change the basic requisites of the definition of the word.

Authentic morality therefore, is choosing to do good despite being tempted to be bad. It is saying no to yourself when you know that what you want may not really make you a better person. It doesn't matter if the choice is made out of fear of what other people may think. It doesn't matter if the choice is made because you are afraid to get caught. What really matters is... YOU DO NOT DO IT.

"We are not our feelings. We are not our moods. We are not even our thoughts." (-quoted from Seven Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey)

WE ARE WHAT WE CHOOSE TO BE.

Boredom: the Segue

Life really delivers... That's what i've mentioned previously in boredom. Two months after feeling really bored almost to death, i am now faced with work that again keeps me busy even during sleep.

I am back to my working mode and again my middle name becomes Busy, Busy, Busy. But hey, who's complaining (we'll honestly i do sometimes hehehe). But then again, B is my most favorite middle initial.

My being busy now is good, better, and best. I believe I have really landed my true calling this time--training and organizational development. I like it coz they make me not only physically busy but also mentally and emotionally.

I have come to an organization where the leadership is geared towards developing people. An organization with a visionary leader who does not shrink from the hurdles and challenges of corporate becoming. A leader who aims, targets, and expect to hit the bullseye!
Most important of all, a leader who brings the challenges to its people, fitting them up for battle, and then confidently expecting them to win with him.

We'll, those who know me would sagely say that it's still too early to tell if i would stay. I agree, and knowing me as i know me, i believe it is always prudent not to count the years already before im actually spending it with this same organization.

Fine. But this early I can already say-- this is the best learning field for me and because of that the wisest thing for me to do is square my shoulders, exercise my heart muscles and forget for the time being that oftentimes it's best to distance yourself from some negativities.

As it is, that boredom episode have me really energized. Now I know I have more stamina and more energized for this new adventure I called--wood works.

Loving and Trusting People

A few days ago, i saw another classic example that will inspire me to keep on looking for the good in every person i met. Yes, someone sent me a powerpoint presentation of how the earthquake in China have devastated a lot of properties amounting to billions in infrastructure and material equipments.

The dead and wounded abound and caused a lot of grief. But that terrible disaster, as huge as its damages, did not manage to devastate the goodness of the Chinese people. While reading and seeing through the pictures my tears begun to drop so that i chose not finish the whole presentation for fear of having my new officemates see me cry. However, I did see enough to say that people can always choose to be good despite and maybe because of disaster.

A lot of things where scattered around the affected areas, and yet, as reported, there were no incidents of looting. The Chinese people chose to be kind and helpful during the times when they themselves need help. Volunteers run to the affected areas and blood donations flooded without much prodding.

Stories of this sort strengthened my resolve to view all people as innately good. Thus considering them trustworthy first and foremost--unless to they will prove to be otherwise--is still the best i can do.
Yeah, evil abound in the world, and i will get hurt and wounded most often than not... but i'd rather get hurt knowing that in my dealings with people i have come to them with a pure heart... no preconceived notions and biases... and no hidden agendas.

This way i am sure that everyone started on equal footing, regardless of appearances. If somebody chooses to hurt me whether maliciously or out of circumstance, then so be it. After all, i always believe that justice will be served... in whichever way that we most need to learn.

Cliche as it sound but i'd rather err on the side of compassion and enjoy the company of people than keep myself safe inside the walls of mistrust that will shield me from experiencing deeply the goodness of others.

With me, people always start on the notion that they are dignified and trustworthy beings. In my book love should always be free flowing, like the coffee and water that we included in the menu package for our training next week.