Posts Tagged ‘arts’

I wrote this piece for my Speech and Stage Arts subject (I crammed it and finished two minutes before I was called up front, but yeah), dedicated to all my younger PNU sibs out there who struggle with all that life–and college–throws at them. This is for you. Remember, we can hear you. ❤

“Love, Light, Hope”

When I entered this university about four years ago, I did so with much hope, and determination. I entered college with the hope of a new start, of a clear record to work with. And there was determination—I was determined to make things right, to not make the same mistakes my high school self did, to make things work this time. I was so sure that I won’t mess up my college days the way I messed up my high school. Turns out I did mess it up. Turns out I failed.

Maybe, just maybe, you are like me. Maybe, you too were so eager to leave behind your traumatic years of being bullied and of failing, and trying harder only to fail again. Maybe you were all too willing to close that one dark chapter in your book and to proceed to a hopefully lighter one—only to find out that the first pages are just as dark as the ones you tried to forget.

Maybe you find it hard looking for the place where you belong, like a puzzle piece whose edges were too rough to fit anywhere, like a piano key that’s a little too low or high for the octave. Maybe you’re like me; trying everything you could to juggle everything that life throws at you—from term papers to terror professors to friendships lost and misunderstood—yet somehow all your efforts are still not enough. If you are, I just wanted to tell you: you will get through the dark clouds of today because you will find love, light, and hope.

I was a sophomore—tired of myself and of my faults—when I have found love, or rather, when love has found me. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t get a boyfriend—I still don’t have one. But when I saw love, I saw it in the form of a friend. A friend who lovingly puts up with my heavy silence to listen to the story that comes after. A friend who loves me like a peculiar treasure, and understands me despite my flaws. Love has found me at the right moment. Let love find you too. Remember, I’m willing to listen to you.

I was a sophomore—down and doubting—when I have found light, or rather, when light has found me. It found me not when I went out to meet the morning sunshine in the streets. Rather, light found me in the dark corner of my room looking like a candle—light not too bright, just enough to make me see that someone still cares for me. Someone does care, struggling one. Someone longs to reach out for you. You’re not alone—that’s what the light has told me then. Let me tell you the same. You are not alone. And if the candle whispers aren’t enough to convince you, let’s take this a notch higher—let’s have a coffee session together.

I was a sophomore—depressed and totally giving up—when I have found hope, or rather, when hope has found me. And this is nothing I could ever claim to have accomplished. I was totally fed up with my flaws and incompetence—from reports gone wrong to friendships severed and lost. I decided it would just be a matter of time before I vanish in this story book. But the Writer of my novel thinks otherwise. He let me find hope in my darkest moments—in the form of a loving friend. Sister. In the form of someone who loves and understands. And if you haven’t found it yet, let me be that ray of hope to you. Let me be God’s extending hand to show you that your story is far from being over. That your story is just about to take leaps of plot twists that would turn your dark, stormy clouds of trials and failures to a peaceful rainbow of happiness.

Love, light, and hope have found me. Just at the right time. Just at the exact moment. Let them do the same to you. I am here. And so are the others who care. We can hear you.


Aesthetics: Preserving Humanity

Posted: February 17, 2016 in Prose
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All throughout human history, developments on man’s various aspects have been on perennial progression. Intellect, skills, and livelihood are observed to continuously advance. With the dawn of the 21st century, however, these developments picked up a pace so much faster than was ever recorded in history. While it took several centuries for man to discover fire and how to utilize it, only a few years is needed for various inventions and scientific advancements on how to improve the global community to occur. The rate of human and societal development has escalated quickly indeed—so much that everything is now deemed as fast-paced. Food, coffee, clothes, and services can now be acquired instantly. Even properties like houses and land can be acquired quickly and easily through various programs. In such a scientific and formal world, humans tend to become mechanical and routine-driven individuals. Through these changing times, however, arts and language have the role of preserving humanity’s essence by reminding it of life’s beauty, intricacy, and uniqueness.

In a time when everything is too scientific and technical, art and language remind humanity of life’s beauty. In today’s context, scientific method comes into play in almost every life scenario. Logic is put at the pedestal of, and is made to rule in all instances—be it in home, school, or work. Life, however, is not just a series of point A’s and B’s, not something that simply comes out of empirical observation. Life is something beautiful, thought-provoking, and emotion-inspiring. Intellect, truly, is a crucial feature, but not its sole characteristic. Life is not all logic. There are still instances when the heart must be provoked to feel something, and art and language give humanity that aspect. When one sees a painting portraying so vividly human love, the heart is moved to utmost appreciation. When one reads a poem distinctly voicing out the pain of human suffering, one is moved to tears. This is humanity’s essence preserved by art. Art and language are what keep humans from being one of those unfeeling cyborgs they have invented.

Art and language do not only preserve human emotions, but also, in an age when acquiring everything seems so simple, they remind people of life’s complexity. People nowadays are so used to the notion of simplicity. If one wants to eat, the process is simple—go out and buy. If one wishes to travel to far places, he could simply go and ride a vehicle. The world is portrayed as smaller and simpler with the rise of countless scientific and technological advancements. Conversely, life is not as simple, and language and arts always remind that. All those sculptures carved with such great details; those building designs of intricate substance; those canvases painted with the most vibrant, colorful images; even those literary works written with such great and complex wordings; and those dramas acted out with the most complex of emotions—these things are the reminder of life’s intricate complexities. They help humanity to remember that life is not a simple set of formulae and computations, that it is far more complicated than a problem set having one specific answer.

Alongside all these rich aspects, in a context where everything is manufactured too similarly, art and language are also reminders of life’s uniqueness. These days, houses are designed into uniformity, buildings are all alike, and everything for daily use is mass-produced, having a form for everything. Art, however, deviates, refusing to be boxed into similarity. Every handmade art is as unique as the fingerprints of its maker, just like every poem written is as unique as the poet who wrote it. Every painting, sculpture, story, and drama is one of a kind and peerless. These things declare to the human mind that people’s lives are multi-faceted—something that cannot be measured completely by a single measuring stick, something that cannot be defined by describing its one aspect.

The world indeed is changing, and changing fast. Humanity has taken great leaps in terms of the improvement of intellect, skills, and competencies. The development will never be balanced, however, if the progress is one-sided alone. The other side of the spectrum is the affective capabilities of humanity—the one thing that keeps humans human, and not any sort of artificial intelligence. Through art and language, this important aspect is kept in check. Through them, the human mind is reminded of its essence, of the reason why they are more valuable than the best computers invented. Truly, with art and language at play, life becomes more priceless and appreciated through the changing times.