I poured Coke in my ice-filled glass and continued the talk my brother and I were having. Mom mentioned about how slow-paced preferment is here in the Philippines and I agree, but at the same time I don’t. At first glance, taking friends’ words for it, looking at the majority plus taking into consideration the government issues the country has, it’s easy to say that the future is blurred here. The future in terms of financial stability (first and foremost), and maybe life itself. I mean, of course if ever I will have a family of my own, I would want to give the best and nothing but the best. And we got to admit that people has to look into other places when talking about the word best, because sadly, the Philippines is not just the right venue for that, for most of us.
But what is best exactly?
Is it being able to get first dibs on the latest smartphone, tablet, action camera and whatever gadget’s out there?
Is it being able to stay in the most luxurious hotels and resorts, fly business class when going out of town?
Is it being able to splurge on alcohol while partying at the A-list clubs every Friday?
Is it being able to buy the most expensive designer bags, shoes and make-ups?
Is it being able to park more than ten upscale cars in your lot?
Is it being able to dress up your pooches like how Chloe’s being dressed?
I belong to the broad C class (or maybe D, I’m not sure) and if my definition of best is what’s in the list above, the Philippines isn’t absolutely the right place to live in. Unless I try working at the senate or for whoever public servant, I might get a shot.
Fortunately, it’s not how I define best. So I can still believe in the saying that the amount of hard work you pour into something you want to achieve will dictate the outcome for you.
Of course, this is me thinking and speaking in a very ideal manner again.
Eh, there’s this patriotic blood that’s running through my veins. I don’t want to completely accept the fact that we’re doomed, that there’s no hope for this country (and what hope is it are we referring to when we say there is none?), but I’m also aware that there’s truth to this, somehow. Can’t blame the people for thinking this way because their points are valid.
I thought about how Dr. Jose Rizal dealt with it.
Well I’m not aiming to sound like a hero because I’m a bitch. It’s just that I really thought of how Rizal was able to deal with a similar struggle, and I know that I can definitely pick up a thing or two from how he did it. I mean I know I can’t free the country from whatever it is that’s trapping it (no plans at all – but if I could, why not?), I’m just saying that this is how I see it.
While moving to another country (living there for good) is the way for others, I think that staying for a certain period of time and going back might work. Immersing yourself in other cultures, learning from them and maybe bringing the acquired knowledge here?
I envy the western culture, honestly. I envy how there’s little issues (or none at all) for them in terms of getting a job. I mean, comparing it here, how come being a street sweeper, a security guard, a janitor, a food court crew, an ice cream/taho vendor, a barber, a fisherman, a farmer, a potter, a jeepney/tricycle driver, a factory worker – how come being in any of these line of work is deemed to be low? Can someone please explain what is so wrong about being a skilled worker? What is so wrong about not being in an office?
In the US, UK, New Zealand and Australia, there’s no problem with being a fruit picker. There’s nothing wrong with being a driver. What they look at is you getting the job done, not the job you do. I mean, office workers there do not look down on skilled workers. Social class don’t matter, you will still get the same treatment you need when you get sick.
So I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Yes, there’s a problem with how the government runs the country but we have to see that there’s also a problem on how wee see things. If the skilled workers feel good about themselves like the office workers do, there will be lesser snatchers, prostitutes and drug addicts. Maybe some kids will no longer have to lie about the jobs of their parents (I’m not sure if these really do happen but in teleseryes and movies, it does) because they feel ashamed about it. Of course there is no guarantee but just think about it. Maybe these crimes exist because there is a need to belong to the standards of society, and if the caste system has really died, how come the term social class still prevails?
This stigma is exactly what I want to eradicate. I just want people to stop thinking that not being in an office (I won’t say career because someone can be the best driver, vendor, sweeper, etc. and you can certainly say that you made a career out of that, you can take pride of that) makes you low. I want to break these walls! Maybe the thought that there’s no hope here in the country comes from this wrong idea and if only we will be able to correct that, then maybe we can start thinking that there’s actually hope after all!
But then again these are just my maybes.
I want to step into New York of course, and I have plans of trying to live in a different country by myself soon, but not because of the reason that there’s no future here. I want to see New York because it’s a lifelong dream (three, six months or one year maybe will do – and I actually just want to be a cashier, a librarian or a letter stamper! I’m tired of doing office jobs, seriously) and I want to try living in a different country by myself because I’ve been sheltered and dependent all my life. It’s actually more of inner peace, self-fulfillment and whatnot.
But seriously, can we just stop mocking people who are in these line of work? Can we just stop thinking that we are not in the same level as them? Can we just don’t give a shit about it?