MY JOURNEY IN LIFE
Prologue.....What’s happening mama? Papa? I don’t want to go. They said we have to because papa has found a great career in America. They promised me that I will enjoy it ‘coz the neighborhood is good and we’ll have a beautiful house there. I have to leave my loved ones and friends and all the wonderful people I’ve met here. This can’t be happening to me. I can no longer continue my education at the University of the Philippines. The iskolars ng bayan would be continuing their studies there and as for me, I will have to go to another prestigious university in U.S., Harvard University. It may seem such a privilege but it’s never gonna be my home. It is truly breaking my heart. What about my dreams and promises for my country? Nothing’s gonna take that away from me, you’ll see. Someday I’m going to live my aspirations right here in the land where I was born to love and serve..so long Philippines…at least for now..



.....Let’s see. 1, 2, 3, 4… wow! It’s been 8 years since I last visited my own country. Perhaps I was too busy with my studies and my career as a successful and well-known lawyer that I hardly noticed it. I mean who can blame me? I have so many big cases to handle and almost no time to enjoy the benefits of my work. Despite the large money I get (when I say large-it really is!), the challenge and fun of being a lawyer, and all the privileges, there’s always something missing. Everytime I win on a case, at the back of my mind there’s that Mr. Conscience asking me if I’m really happy serving and defending the rights of other people and not my own people. Flashes of childhood and college memories in U.P. occur once in a while. Oh I admit, almost everyday. It has become clearer and more real each day. It only means one thing. I MUST GO BACK. I forgot to tell you my parents already left for the Philippines for 2 years now. I did not go with them before because of my so-called wonderful job. But now, even that can no longer stop me from going back to my home.
3 weeks later........“Ehem.,kuya, hanggang dito na lang po. Keep the change na po. Salamat!” the driver smiled at me. I left the taxi with a smile in my heart. Oh how I missed those smiles. In the States, many people looked down on me because I’m a Filipino and they usually have that serious and hard face whenever I asked directions or even gave a tip! Well anyway, I’m not in the mood to complain about that ‘coz I’m very hungry. I want to eat adobo, kare2, inasal na manok, sinigang na baboy and a whole lot more in just one meal. If I can.haha While walking, I suddenly stopped in where I was standing and my heart started to beat faster. Oh my gosh! Could this be true?I saw a banner and it said, “ Congressman Joseph Estrada for vice President and Senator Mike Arroyo for president”. They were voted as congressman and senator respectively in spite of all the corruptions they have done?! You must be kidding me. This is hilarious. Is this now how the Philippines is running? Is the system too corrupted that people are already blinded and controlled by it? I must go to UP Diliman immediately to know if it too is corrupted. Forget about my growling stomach. This is way more important. I run as fast as my feet can.


.....As I was riding the jeepney, there was a list of fares posted at the back of the driver’s seat. Good thing there is because I don’t know anymore how much it is now. But then as I was studying the list, I was again shocked. It says that the fares are according to your weight. The heavier you are, the higher the fare you will have to pay whether you are a senior citizen, student or an adult. I must say this is ridiculous, so to speak. We are talking about discrimination here! This is so unfair. I was just behind the driver so I asked him since when was that law implemented. He told me since the last survey that 75% of the people age 15-60 are obese. I did not notice it before but as I observed the other passengers, I saw that almost half of them were really fat. What happened? It wasn’t like this when I left. I know many Filipino people are fat but not like this. It seemed so typical here that it doesn’t stand out anymore. I guess the society already accepted the BIG Fat change. I never imagined my country will be like the states of Massachusetts were more or less 75% are obese too. I wonder what caused all these. Hmmm.,it was still a mile or so from UP but I already went down the jeep because I suddenly had the urged to walk so that I could exercise. I want to maintain my healthy body you know.
.....While walking, I tried to absorb everything around me. There were new malls and a whole lot of new restaurants specifically fast food chains in almost every corner of the streets. It’s kind of funny that wherever the food chains are, there is always a drug store beside it like the Mercury and South Star drugs. It’s like they are prepared already to provide you what you need before and after you enter a restaurant to avoid high blood pressure, fight the cholesterol and fats and other illnesses. There were also many salons. So far the salons I passed by were always full even if it was not a weekend. It seems like it has become a necessity to the people. There were signs that say, “The outside matters more than the inside,” “You can have the beauty you want!” and many more nonsense words. The standard of beauty of the society has changed. I hope the people won’t be brainwashed by it and they would be proud and happy whatever physical traits they have.
.....Anyway, I planned to take-out some food on the way so I entered a resto with the name, “The bigger the better.” The choices were many. I was surprised to see that a burger cost 200 even if it was labeled small. It better be good. When I saw the burger, oh boy was it huge.

It looked like extra large. I informed the cashier lady that there was a mistake but she told me that small was supposed to be like that. I saw the lady on the other line ordering a much bigger burger than mine..whoa! No wonder obesity is already so common. The moment I went outside the resto, little children were blocking my way, asking for food. It was unusual to see them begging while wearing almost brand new clothes. Out of curiosity, I asked them why they were begging for food when in fact they had new clothes on. It was also branded. Penshoppe. Pink soda. Bench. They immediately reasoned out,
“..kasi naman ate bigay lang po ito nung mga matatabang tao. Sabi nila ang suwerte raw namin kasi di na sa kanila kasya yung mga damit na minsan lang nilang nagamit. Kahit ate medyo malalaki sa amin, meron kaming masusuot. Bago pa!o di ba?”
“Ah.ok.o sige, ishshare ko na lang itong burger ko, tutal di ko naman ‘to mauubos sa sobarang laki.”
.....Despite the abundant food some people get, many people were still suffering from hunger. The children looked like hangers with those large clothes on. They were malnourished. Many things have changed but the poverty was still the same. Worse perhaps. Behind the new high buildings were the squatter areas. It expanded from the last time I saw that place and I can see even from a far that garbage was all around their houses. They were used to it. They have no place else to stay than the garbage place of the factories and food chains. Hai..
.....When I arrived at the university, I rode the TOKI

and went directly to my own supposed to be college for 4 years which was the College of Arts and Letters-CAL. I was so glad that the fare was still 6 pesos and not based on the weight of a person. That’s what I call fair. I felt at home looking at the familiar places. The tambayans, the street foods, one of my fave place which was the CAL library because I feel at eased there, mr. oble(haha), and the sunken garden. I did not expect to see any of my blockmates ‘coz for sure they have already graduated unless they took masteral degree. But I did saw one of them. This day never stop surprising me. I saw a classmate of mine and she told me that she was a professor in sociology 10. She seemed so happy and contented with her life. I asked her why and she told me because it’s a joy serving your own country and opening the eyes of the youth. I was inspired by what she told me. I thought about my career at U.S. and realized that I don’t want to work there ever again. It’s been a long time that I thought it over but now I am making a decision. Life is not just about being rich and having a good life. It isn’t bad to serve other people but isn’t it more satisfying to know that you are serving your own land? My heart is where I was born. I remembered my promises and I will not break them. I will keep on fighting for what I believe in. The government may be corrupted but I know not all of the people there are. I honestly believe there is still hope. In our own ways we can help our society. In our own ways we can set an example of what justice and discipline mean. The change starts within you…

Epilogue.....“Salamat ma’am! Marami talaga akong natututunan sa lesson ngayon. Mas napapamahal ako sa sariling kong bansa at namumulat ako sa mga pangyayari ngayon..”
“Your learning doesn’t stop there. Share your knowledge with your friends and through the net and inspire them too. You’d never know that one person can touch and move the hearts of many people..”
.....That’s what I said to my student. Oh by the way, I have practiced law for 15 years in my own province but now I am teaching law here at the University of the Philippines, Diliman and it has been for 10 years now and I am planning to continue this profession until I retire. I am happy with my work. Listening to the minds of young people and learning from them too. I love what I’m doing. I don’t really consider this as a job but a commitment. Some of my friends questioned me why I chose what I have now than my old life abroad where I had a luxurious life. The only thing I can tell them was, “the happiness I feel serving and loving my own country can never be bought by the wealthiest man on earth because my heart is already rich with joy knowing that in my own simple ways, I am keeping my promises.”

-------35 years after-------
.....Now I know why my mother died smiling. I closed her journal book and went to my children, ready to tell them the wonderful life of their grandmother, my very own mother,
Christine Joy G. Co. :)
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