Today I embark on that now regular trip back to the adopted country which has also become the country of allegiance. Actually, one of two that somehow got fused in what may be viewed as paradoxical, though easily explainable. Where one has pledged obeisance to two disparate countries at the same time. But that is the reality albeit in some stealthy and underhanded way, and one that works so long as they say that never the twain shall meet. In fine, this is typical example how dual citizenship is made possible.
The strenuous trip of over 16 hours has to be made for some imperative reasons. I and the wife take our turns attending to this chore.
Back to the trip. So I am finding myself in between flights, one domestic and the other all the way across the wide expanse of the Pacific to beautiful and cool San Francisco by the bay; thus giving me time to spare and to lend my thoughts out of the ether to something a bit more permanent and lasting.
For some easily discernible reason which needs not be divulged, I have to travel solo in this and previous trips, leaving the wife to care for manifold concerns in the old homeland. And by design then, this and previous trips have been lonely ventures, with forlorn thoughts for companion and solace.
But for one quite at home with solitude and prone to conversing with oneself, I must confess the ordeal is actually a relief proffered by unavoidable circumstances. As a matter of fact, it affords the manifold opportunities to introspect, retrospect, and reflect on more profound things of life, like maybe the inevitability of one’s mortality. One finds this exercise quite useful and necessary especially as one steadily and surely approaches the twilight of one’s years.
So here I am lodged on a swivel chair beside a table equipped with a bunch of electrical convenient outlets, at the premier international airport of the old country waiting for a flight that leaves in a couple of hours. Plugging away at my trusty companion, my laptop.
I am sifting through the many varied concerns both trip related and those that typically beset the thinking serious man as he travels through life. It makes for a confusing maze of unrelated odds and ends that crave for attention and priority.
Being an inveterate note-taker, I need not worry about missing some of them due to failing memory, most of the thoughts having been written down, sorted out, categorized, and highlighted. It is then a matter of going through each one, in the order of importance and gravity.
But that will not be the topic of this scribbling. Rather this will be about the knotty problems of politics, both in the old homeland and in the adopted country. In a twist of fated destiny, politics is on heightened mode in both places. In the old homeland the year 2013 is designated as the election cycle for both local and national government positions, except for the presidency. And as always, politics is not only contentious and very melodramatic and also very shallow and pretentious, but more morosely it is also very dirty in many respects. Thus the ominous cloud of physical violence is ever present and hovering, a skin-crawling eventuality that threatens everyone’s safety.
is of course in its own painful
throes of electing a new president. And
this corner definitely wishes that indeed a new president is elected, given the
unarguably very disastrous performance of the current one. US
All this knotty thinking has given me a double-treat headache, given how much of a worry wart I am about the overall state of both countries. After all one wishes well for the places where one lives. On all levels that I have been exposed to, whether as personal experiences or learned from reading or listening to media and the Internet, I can extract so many glaring failures of governance. Sufficient for one to experience sleepless nights, and bouts of extreme frustration and loss of faith in people, and the system.
It appears as ever that man is destined to suffer in this world, regardless of how everybody else think differently. That no amount of good intentions and noble actions can stem the surging tide that is pushing man to the path of perdition and misery. As we read in the classical good books, man is bound to suffer and that is his lot. That there is no escaping that. So might as well prepare for that, designing plans and attitudes with that in mind.
Thus many of us have resigned to the reality hhat life is not intended to be enjoyed, but suffered through. We have been destined not to gather peace and happiness but to go through tribulations and crosses.
Perish the thoughts then that because life is short, we ought to pursue whatever little fleeting enjoyment we can derive from it. Like, plan for those dearly-craved-for vacations and fancy trips to witness grand sights and interesting people never before experienced. Gather as much pleasant memories while the candle of life still burns. For when life is no more, everything is gone.
But if once life is gone and everything else is gone, why bother? Isn’t there wisdom then in the Biblical saying that we should not gather material treasures that fade with time, but instead gather those that will last for eternity?
For indeed what has happened to the enjoyments and the pleasant experiences of the last happy trip? The momentous once-in-a-lifetime vacation taken with special friends and family? The historic meeting with cherished acquaintances separated by so many decades? Even the thrills and smiles of yesterday? They probably have lost their novelty and before long will be consigned to the unattended corners of our mind and life.
At most, we ought to seek only for contentment or some degree of satisfaction that we have tried hard to live a good life. A simple and uncluttered life. A life of constant challenges and countless occasions of begin-again moments.
The real measure being in the dogged determination and passion of the attempts, rather than the grandiosity of the results.