Saturday, July 30, 2011

Metamorphosis


As a child, I was brought up to value education. Every time I massaged her back with my pre-adolescent fingers, Nanay told me to give my best effort and maximize the opportunities of education. When I was in high school, I used to pluck her white hairs and she urged me to become a CPA. She believed it to be financially rewarding; respectable and honorable; and, she always had wanted to become one. In all those occasions, she never failed to end her discussion with, “Waray ko iba nga maitatagubilin ha im kun diri an edukasyon. Bisan san-o di it mawawara haim upod han tanan nga napabutnga han im duha nga talinga.” I once found a crumpled faded part of a letter from one of my uncles addressed to my father which said, “Nestor, ang taong nakapag-aral ng tama kailanman ay di mapapalupig at di manlulupig.” My maternal grandparents had the greatest praises for three relatives who were all siblings because they were a lawyer, an engineer, and a teacher-nun. All of them pointed me to a direction where education was not only an end to itself but a means to achieve affluence, respectability, honor, and admiration.

Since I started to consciously think of education though, I have unceasingly discovered and rediscovered that it is much greater than the achievement of all the glories attached to it. It is a metamorphosis that leads me home to the best place in the world… myself. First, I learned that formal education is not the absolute form of education and that I could learn a lot of things without undergoing it; and that I could learn by reading, doing, listening and getting some informal mentoring. Second, it has brought complete changes in the way I viewed a lot of things. I used to think that the world is unjust but I was disproven by history that there will always be people who will fight and die for justice. I always have thought that death is unbearable but then as I studied biology, chemistry, psychology, and mythology I realized that it is a fact and something that can be postponed but never evaded. I always felt that I had to pay a certain price just to enjoy beauty but when I took up literature I saw that poetry is free. Third, it has equipped me with skills that I need for my sources of livelihood and above all, for living. I have acquired the technical competencies I need as a CPA and a teacher. I have become prepared to take on the challenges of life anytime because I have learned to enjoy, analyze and deconstruct both abstractions and facts with an objectivity that only education could afford.



It seems though that today’s youth are more interested in just getting a diploma than acquiring the knowledge, skills, and attitudes that they would need for their future livelihood and prepare themselves for the greater responsibilities of life. Most of them do not feel the need to pursue endeavors such as self-improving tasks that are not required by formal education. Within or without the classroom, they prefer to stick to what is required to earn the grade to complete their degrees. They have not realized that the purpose of education is metamorphosis; that with it they can transform to someone better for whatever purposes it may be- grand or not. When I asked some youngsters though about the purpose of their education, most of them answered that they want to finish their programs so that they could go abroad and earn greater amounts of money that could never be realized in the Philippines. In fact, the 2003 World Bank Country Report on the Philippines by Josefina Santamaria and A.G. Watts states that for the past two decades, students have flocked to courses such as information technology, nursing, teaching, and care giving because of their big demand abroad. Furthermore, the Personnel Management Association of the Philippines found out in one of its recent surveys that most college graduates are not prepared to take on entry level jobs in accounting, sales, and administrative positions because they have poor communication skills; low self-confidence; and, lack of technical skills. There are students who have managed to reach their final year in college but have failed to develop the simple skill of creating a cohesive and well-thought of paragraph. There are many graduates who know the procedures and know-how of tasks but do not have the appreciation and understanding of the principles involved. This could be fatal because it makes them functional illiterates who would easily crumble under the toils of pressure, responsibilities, and decision making.

The youth must learn to value education. They need to be educated on what they need in order to prepare them for their professions and lives. They need to be taught the importance of what they need to learn too so that they would not grow up acting like automatons incapable of thought, discovery, self-criticism, and sound judgment. They need to be educated for their sake; they must not just be trained just to become sources of labor both locally and abroad because wage is not the sole purpose of education. They must be educated to bring the best out of them so that they may bask in a life that is well-lived and well-thought of. They need to have their metamorphosis or else they are doomed to suffer.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Success, a Question

One evening sometime in June 2011, I took a tricycle ride home. The driver asked me, “Ma’am kay ano ka nagpakyaw na damo pa man dyip tikadto San Jose? Ginkakapoy ka?”  I leaned a bit forward and turned my head to the left to get a clearer glimpse of his time-weathered countenance that was blurry under the beams of the dim street lights. I slowly replied, “Libre ko ini ha ak kalugaringon mano.” I saw a smile crawling from the corners of his lips and serious thoughtfulness leapt from his eyes. When they met, I saw his young dead ringer who said, “Maupay iton,” and to it I replied, “Salamat mano.” As we progressed in travel he told me bits of his life: he never finished college; he resides in a rented house with his wife and two teenage daughters; everyday is financially challenging; he pays boundary to the owner of the tricycle; and, his happiness especially when he is home. Our encounter dissolved into silence as we shortened the distance to my destination but in my forever I will call him Manong Driver.

Thank you to whoever made this drawing. No source was cited.

I was recently asked, “What is success?” I saw their shoulders stooped and eyes averted under my steady stare after I said, “I do not know.” It was as if I committed a great social blunder that was beyond reparation. It would have been friendlier to say that success is the achievement of recognition, fame and glory in any chosen field; educational attainment that eases the hustles and bustles of job procurement and respect; or, financial stability that could afford the most recent models of mobile phones,  computers, game gadgets, houses, travel, and other modern luxuries. However they felt or whatever they thought were of no consequence to me because at the back of my mind the smile of the young dead ringer lingered and a miniscule of that memory badgered the thinking me with these questions, “How about Manong Driver? He does not have any of those; does it mean he is not successful? Does it mean he is a failure?”

People often say the phrase BIG TIME with awe and admiration on their face and when asked the cause of their reaction the usual answers are wealth, fame, and power. When relatives from abroad come home for a vacation they become instant celebrities because of their perceived affluence. Taclobanons and visitors rushed on June 25 to Robinson’s Place to see some currently popular Manila-based actors; the event caused one of the heaviest traffic jams by far in the area. When VP Binay came to Tacloban I saw at least a hundred of photos proclaiming proximity and acquaintance posted on Facebook by several friends and acquaintances. But, are they successful?

Everyone wants to be called successful or be associated with success; nobody would want to be called a failure or be associated with it. The pursuit for success has pushed individuals such as Nelson Mandela from disadvantageous backgrounds to strive and achieve greater political and social statuses. The consummation of the pursuit has brought about happiness and exhilaration to those who circumvent all barriers. Nevertheless, its absence has driven away some people from attending reunions with classmates or relatives; led a friend to commit suicide; and, has turned the eyes of good hearted people green thereby making them behave like dogs catching their tails. Nevertheless, the want to be seen as successful has imprisoned lots of souls such as the Ampatuans in the cages of avarice for wealth, fame, or power.

The question though that matter for me now is this, is success necessary that we live pursuing it? If it is, then I will redefine it so that next time when asked I would be able to properly reply. If it is, then it would mean doing best what one does best; loving what one is doing; giving the best in one’s self to bring out the best in others; not quitting just because one fears failure; and, above all, not pursuing it… let it be an afterthought of a fruitful, wise, just and happy life. Even Manong Driver does not want to be called unsuccessful… a failure, because he is not.