The Dream Behind Our Reality

 

 All of us humans dream and we focus our efforts in attempts to make our dream a reality. Once accomplished, our dream becomes our reality.  Said differently, our dream is the reality where we have hitched our heart and mind to.

Here in the US, most Americans opine and pontificate about the American dream – a life of bountiful opportunities available and taken, of material successes acquired as a result, of satisfaction and contentment, and maybe even peace, enjoyed as its fruits.

Many of us immigrants also migrate to the US with the profound intention of getting our share of the American dream, which typically may not have been possible in the old homelands we came from.  Once acquired, the ensuing reality is doubly enjoyable and valuable.  More penetratingly felt and treasured when compared with the others.

But dreams conceived and sought after are not static; they change as time passes, as personal conditions change or as perceptions change.  As new experiences are gathered and assessed, dreams take on new colors or  perceptions could morph.  At times it could engender frustration and depression.  Thus many could wonder what went wrong, where they erred or whether the dream acquired is as it was conceived and pursued.

Especially true with first generation immigrants who came to the US as adults, laden with the entire emotional luggage acquired from their left-behind lives.  So that as they grow older and able to nurse more free time to think about the rest of their lives, they begin to think differently and start assessing how and where their waning lives could be better spent.  They do have the option not enjoyed by most natives of the US.  They usually could go back to the old homeland and try to resume their old lives, bringing with them scarce resources acquired in the adopted country, resources which could garner more mileage and value in the old country.

And many do commit themselves to doing such a thing, to pursue the alternative hoping to better their retirement lives.

So that in  our own family circles, we count members who have started their exodus, winding down whatever business and concern that need to be addressed and plan for that big leap back to more familiar surroundings.

For this group then, the current reality becomes the nightmare that will have to be remedied and replaced with a somewhat recycled dream that involves retracing old steps and old haunts that had initially produced the dream that resulted in migration.

But for their children, unhindered by emotional luggage coming into the adopted country, the reality continues to be the dream they had envisioned and pursued.  They are at home with their current surroundings, almost oblivious to the option that their older parents may have always had in the back of their minds in all the years that they spent in the adopted country. The new generations then are almost unable to perceive living elsewhere as an available option.

In summary, the American dream may be viewed differently even within the same family.  For the children of the original immigrants it will continue to be the dream of their reality.  But for their surviving parents the reality they left behind to pursue their dream may now be the dream they would like to pursue.

Eagerly hoping that that dream becomes their reality soonest.

We each pursue the dream that will be the reality following it.

 

 

 

 

From Diary: The Lonely Voyager (October 4, 2012)

 

 

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. 

 

And the US 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.

 

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.

 

 

 

US Teeters On Edge

 

Time was when people around the globe looked to the US of A as the one steady and reliable power that could be relied upon when things looked dim.  Less because of the strength and wisdom of its government, but more because of its many “institutions” that had been built and strengthened over its colorful history.  And mute testimony has been the countless accounts in history when they had credibly acquitted the country through the bumps and straight-a-ways encountered.

 

But slowly and maybe at times imperceptibly over the years, these reliable institutions have been assaulted and weakened, less by known outside forces, but more by pernicious inner forces that have slowly been eating away at their foundations.

 

It behooves us then to revisit them if only to sound off a roll call to find out where they are headed.  And there are many to be mentioned, far too many to make this account truly all inclusive.  But just the same let us count the random ways where many have been headed.

 

First, its vaunted free press.  Now we find mainstream media to be so slanted to the left that there is no conscious hiding of this fact.  It is now okay since the irrefutable proofs are so glaring and cannot be hidden from view.  These dominant liberal journalists in media are expected to compartmentalize their personal ideologies from their work as guardians of objectivity and impartiality.  But realities show otherwise. It is as if collectively mainstream media has taken on blinders, seeing things only one way, their way.

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What about academia?  The country where the most prestigious schools are located, where eager and determined students from all over the world rush to gather and to learn.  Again, leftist and statist ideologies have co-opted far too many campuses, complete with insidious intolerance for those who do not toe the ideological line.  So intolerant those espousing traditional ideologies have to practically go underground, or risk censure or worse

 

Going below, we revisit the noted public school system in the US, once the unstinting pride of educators worldwide.  Now almost a big joke, by and large.  With big teachers unions holding students hostage, and caring mostly about benefits and tenure.  Always asking for more money, while student scores continue going south.  So now states spend more money for less and less education.  What a boondoggle.

 

What about the hard sciences?  Surely they have been left untouched by the clammy hands of intolerant ideologies or pseudo-sciences.  Well, think again because some have gone softies.  So think about global warming and how this has made many scientists look more like money chasers than impartial pursuers of truth.

 

Big Business, Wall Street, Banking?  We need not go far or travel back in time.  We are still in the cavernous throes of the calamities brought on by these institutions.  Double dip recession, anyone?  What about the very stubborn housing bust which continues to remain unstable?  Scandals.  Failures.  Bankruptcies.  Etc.

 

Well, of course, let not our very broad brush include the small business community, the mom and pop enterprises that have been tasked as the dependable backbone of the economy and have supported it greatly without question and very little complaints, in times of prosperity and dire needs.  Indeed, like in the disastrous economic situation we now find ourselves in, exacerbated by a bungling government.  And so who do we turn to for renewed employment and activity?  Small businesses.

 

What about the other professionals?  Definitely, we cannot cogitate with kind thoughts about the lawyers, especially the tort lawyers with their exorbitant fees and silly suits.  By and large, I would say our doctors in the profession have been true and faithful to their Hippocratic Oath.  We still have the best medical care in the world, the looming catastrophe the people call the Obamacare notwithstanding

 

The film industry?  One word.  Hollyweird.

 

Through thick and thin, the military has always pulled the country through with its inspired members making ultimate sacrifices for love of country.  But now we are reading reports that political correctness tentacles are now trying to secure a stranglehold.  To pursue beloved diversity, promotion points, sensitivity training and all, a determined push to the path for lowering standards as accommodations is now in place.  Women now go into areas traditionally reserved for men simply because of their rigorous demands but not to worry, standards can always be lowered  We know we cannot sacrifice standards for these goals simply because national security and freedom are the highest stakes of any freedom-loving  country.

 

Forget mentioning government and its many institutions.  No one doubts how low they have all ploughed themselves under.  What is the approval rating of Congress?  How dirty has our presidential campaigns become?

 

 

 

The Lore and Lure of Dahilayan Barrio

As early as 2002 while Dahilayan was still a sleepy barrio tucked away from the beaten path trod by adventurous segments of the local population, a few of us serendipitously found enough interest to give the place second looks.  We envisioned attractive reasons to apply some resources into its development.  Admittedly, in that early time, there was already a working irrigation system that winded through its hills and valleys potentially providing any interested farmer ample supply of water for farming.  Still the natives then, those referred to locally as the galis, obstinately kept at their laid-back and lazy ways content with meager results produced by meager efforts.  Exerting just enough efforts at work through employment or working their own farms to eke out a very elemental type of living.  They were at the same time nonchalantly banking on the efforts of outsiders to provide both easy employment and productive uses of their idle lands through leases, to propel them beyond the survival stages they were wont to experience.

Agricultural plots were initially leased from the land-owning natives to provide the basic infrastructure for vegetable growing, essentially of high-value crops that were finding good markets in the nearby cities.  Food service businesses  were suddenly finding themselves addressing the variegated palates of their clientele which were growing in sophistication.  And the idle natives became the pool for harnessing labor to work the fields. But an eye for acquisition of some plots of land was always there because of the long-term prospects seen for the area.

In the beginning we were essentially absentee landlords, relying on the presence and the developing expertise of relatives who were residents of Cagayan de Oro and who served as our proxies.

That was then, but now in that short span things have changed tremendously.  So dramatically changed as to make the current-day barrio almost unrecognizable from what it was a few years ago.  In no small measures, thanks are due to the Paras family who has unloaded tons of development into the blessed area as to convert it to some kind of tropical Disneyland.  Needless to state, not only has the barrio shown tremendous economic betterment, but also the immediately surrounding areas.  And in the meantime, A Brown Company had opened its unique kind of subdivision up on one of the ridges owned by them, touting some kind of leisure farming for lot buyers by providing generous cuts in lots like a 1000 sq. m. a piece.

In fine, Real estate prices have soared dramatically and a little scramble from city folks to purchase land for themselves had ensued. Now the heightened prices have reduced the ranks of ready buyers.

In retrospect then, it wasn’t too long ago when I wrote/blogged about the place (2005 and 2006).

“Anyway, all things considered, my choice has been the little, agricultural, remote, and rural barrio of Dahilayan, in the municipality of Manolo Fortich in the Province of Bukidnon forming part of the northern region of the island of Mindanao.”

”For the past 3 years or so, we have been slowly and quite imperceptibly acquiring contiguous farmlands in the above barrio which rises some 1300 meters above sea level and nestled in one the various foothills forming part of the majestic Kitanglad mountain range. The imposing shadow of Mt. Kitanglad looms large and inviting facing south from where we are located. The combination of soft rolling hills and sharp steep inclines in the terrain while at times providing daunting challenges in farming, makes for a landscape that can combat boredom and cookie-cutter looks in farm lots. No endless stretches of uniform looking plots or bland flat yards around structures.”

“And no fears of being isolated from the rest of civilization, since the place can be reached from the bustling northern Mindanao city of Cagayan de Oro in an hour or so, though the conditions of roads at times leave much to be desired. Especially during rainy seasons. But the eye-catching travel scenery makes up for this lack of comfort, traversing through verdant fields of pineapples, vegetable tracts, and simply virgin valleys and gullies enveloped in thick foliage. Intermittently broken up with sites of man-made structures such as greenhouses and even piggery housing. But the overall outlook of the area is still one of being untapped and unspoiled by too much intrusion of urban-like sprawl and structures.”

Read more from these past blogs:

http://theignatianperspective.blogspot.com/2005/11/dahilayan-barrio-eden-at-your-reach.html

http://theignatianperspective.blogspot.com/2005/09/farming-in-bukidnon.html

http://theignatianperspective.blogspot.com/2007/04/anything-goes-on-last-phases-of-two.html

On Returning to the old Homeland

 

Many Filipino expats show uneasy ambivalence in their plans to return for good to the old homeland, with good justifiable reasons.  However, here are a few thoughts that could help in addressing the issue.

If one is simply planning an abbreviated visit, then it is quite easy not to mind the many “quirks” one finds there, or maybe even laugh them off. 

But once one starts living there and experiences these things on a daily basis and as part of one’s daily existence, then it becomes a different thing, especially for those of us who have been exposed to and have soaked in the nice living environments in other more advanced communities.

One has to have a heart of stone, calloused emotions, or even very deaf ears not to be affected by those pesky things around that need correction or improvement.  If so, then frustrations and/or anger could easily take over.  Or one gets prone to intuitively express unsolicited vocal criticisms at the very least.   If not more, like wanting to exhibit the itchy urge to try to do something about them.

For others, retreating in isolation to their own private little worlds is an escape option – their own beach-side or mountain-top hideaways, or hidden nooks and crannies in some remote barrio or town, etc.   Insulated from the rest of the world.

Anyway, coming back to stay for many of those planning to will not be that cut and dried, believe you me.  It will involve a lot of discovery or re-discovery, if you will, and making attitudinal adjustments in case the desire to stay put is strong.

Sorry to appear so grim and gloomy in my personal perspective, but I believe it is best to be forewarned and prepared.