26 September 2010

A year after.

A year ago today, the country was submerged under the wrath of Ondoy. I can still remember that rainy Saturday morning as vivid as I remember my heart pounding hard against my chest as I braced myself for my defense. I thought ten years from then, I was going to remember that day as the day I defined my college years as an academic student. I took a peek through the blinds that curtained the glass windows and instantly, I knew I was right. I was going to remember this day for years. For all my life, possibly. But for an entirely different reason--thick black clouds shrouded the shiny buildings of Ayala. Nothing can be seen from the 12th floor window I was looking out from. For a moment it felt like a scene from Silent Hill: A disaster was upon forever sunny Manila.

This morning as I was sitting in mass, the parish priest commemorated last year's disaster. Remembering all the lives spared, the families torn apart, shattered homes, the fear and the despair that most inevitably falls upon the hearts of people in the midst of a tragedy. But you know what I like to remember? The aftermath. The hope that comes after a tragedy. The compassion that suddenly blooms out of nowhere, like a promising plant blossoming from winter into spring, a sudden sense of humanity binding the people together, urging them into reaching out help they can't even give themselves but tries anyway. And most of all, I like to remember the birth of countless heroes. People who found courage they never thought they had, people who did what little they can to try to make things even a little better. After Ondoy, heroes sprung out left and right like they were there all along, hidden behind the bushes of poverty and  misfortune. And why not? Heroism lies in our blood anyway, they say. All we needed was a little push. Others may look at that day as a tragedy, but I like to look at it as the day Filipinos rekindled the faith they have long lost.  Because unfortunately, humanity have proven worthy of a tragedy first before they can see and perform miracles.

Albert Einstein said that there are two ways to live your life. One is living as though nothing is a miracle. The other, is though everything is a miracle. I like to believe on the latter.


Watch, and see what I mean. (From my favorite episode of Desperate Housewives)

"When the tide rises, everyone will be swept away and everything will be replenished."  -Anonymous  

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