Carpe Diem

       Carpe Diem or Seize the day is an idea where you don’t let anything pass your grasp. Yolo or you only live once would be our generation’s version of Carpe diem. Yolo this or Yolo that, usually means just do it without considering much because you only live once. But Yodo which stands for you only die once makes you think more about your decisions. Carpe Diem can be used for giving it your best at everything which is seizing the chance.

        Every day is a Carpe Diem day where I need to make carpe diem decisions. Just getting out of bed instead of sleeping in is a carpe diem decisions because I chose to spend my day in school rather than spend it in bed where I don’t learn anything.

The meaning of Carpe Diem varies from person to person. For me it means that I should live day to the fullest in a good way. But for others it could mean do all fun stuff including bad stuff because you only live once. For this year I would want to live it to the fullest by facing each problem with better attitude and not let it ruin my day.

Martin Luther King Jr. is a great example of a person who lived the Carpe Diem life. He spent most of his life fighting for the rights of his people. He seized the day and not let each day slip without trying hard to convince people that they too are people. Let us try to live a Carpe Diem Life!

Holy Sonnet 10’s view of Death vs. My view of DEATH

             The speaker of Holy Sonnet 10 has a very unique view of Death. The speaker starts by telling Death that he doesn’t agree with how other people’s view on death and tells Death what his view is. He then goes on telling Death how he has no control over him and compares him with sleep and rest, two things that doesn’t hurt a bit. I agree with how the speaker view death, this view of death is similar to a Christian’s view of death, because death doesn’t end life it is just a step closer to heaven. After all these taunts to Death the speaker goes on by describing Death as a slave. Meaning that Fate controls death and people would die because of poison, war and sickness but not because of Death. Then he compares it with sleep again. For the last two lines the speaker calls Death a short sleep and when we awake we would be awake eternally which means eternal life. If we have eternal life then there would be no death and death would cease to exist. This thought of Death is a very calming, and it shows how death is not that big of a deal compare to eternal life.

Journey to the City

The sun is rising and all I hear is the chirping of the birds and the crowing of rooster. Something is missing today, I didn’t hear Manong selling his puto. I wandered my way to his home, I could smell the puto but I couldn’t see Manong. I saw his wife sitting at the doorstep, i asked her about Manong, and she told me that Manong got really sick and was looking for someone to help sell his puto out the mall today. The mall is in the city is pretty far from our town, it would take 10 minutes of walking to the bus station and 2 hours on the bus just to get there. Manong’s wife told me that they would pay me to do it, maybe 1/3 of their earnings on this trip. I told Manong’s wife that I hope Manong would feel better soon and that i would do the trip. I went home and prepared myself for my first journey to the city.

5 minutes later I carried the putos and set out to the bus station. Manong is like a father to a lot of people, he would give puto to the less fortunate, not expecting anything in return. He knows everyone in our town and would always take time to hear out our problems. When ever people disagree they would bring their problem to Manong and he would be the mediator. I will keep an eye out for the less fortunate just like Manong. This would be my first trip to the city and also my first time being a puto vendor. I hopped on a bus just like most puto vendors, I cannot afford to buy bus tickets so I would pay the bus drivers some putos and go around the bus asking people if they would like to buy puto while the bus is heading towards the city. Vendors in the Philippines are just like walking stores, they are everywhere and they have almost anything, from snacks to desserts, to pizza to banana cue. Vendors would hop on a bus and get out of the bus when they arrive their destination. The bus was full with many different kinds of people, two people caught my attention, a pastor and a rich boy that sat beside the pastor.

After 30 minutes on the bus the pastor call me over and bought some puto from me. He told me to sit on his seat for a while because he needed to stretch his legs. I sat down. The priest seems to be in his thirties, and has a medium built. Something about him doesn’t feel like a normal pastor. He asked me where I was heading to sell my puto. I told him that I heading to the mall then he told me that he is heading that way too, the rich boy talked and said that he is heading there too. Then the boy just kept talking about what he was going to buy. The boy’s name was Juan, he sounds rich and obnoxious, he didn’t care what people thought of him.

I decided to return the seat to the Pastor and heading toward the bus door, just to get away from the annoying boy. The Pastor stopped me by asking me questions. Just for respect I stayed and answer his questions. He asked me questions about me like my name, my age, and where I am from. I told him that my name was Fernando, that I was 16. While I was telling him about my town he patted the head of the rich boy who was eating puto and looking out of the window. That rich obnoxious boy was his son. I thought that Pastor’s kid is suppose to be a role model, the way Juan was acting wasn’t a role model at all. I don’t understand how a good Pastor like him would have a son like that. I later found out that that Juan was my age. I maybe stereo-typing him but he stereo-typed me first. While we were talking, he asked me if I could read and write. That offended me deeply, I know that poor people may not afford school but that is why my parents work hard. I am in school and I study hard. When he asked me that question, his mom who sat in front of the Pastor stepped in and scolded him. His mom was an elegant woman, she seems to be a strict mom, but you can see in her eyes how much she loves his son.  The Pastor then stepped in and apologized to me for his son’s rude behavior. I guess Juan is not just rich but he has good parents who knows what is right and wrong. I have good parents too. Even though my parents never had the chance to go to high school, I would never trade them for anything. They have taught me to be who I am now and i am thankful. This trip to the mall would be eye opening.

Puto Vendor Puto

(The pictures above are pictures of an actual puto vendor and the next one is a close up picture of a puto.)

Picture credits:

http://exploretravellearn.blogspot.tw/2011/07/subic-island-hopping.html

http://delicaciesinbinan.wordpress.com/delicacies/puto/

Courage!

Courage is something that everyone needs to learn in a lifetime you are not just born with it. Courage could be saying or doing the right thing even though no one is doing it.  It also takes courage being yourself and not surrendering to peer pressure.  If you search up courage on an online dictionary it will say that courage is the ability to do things even when in danger or standing up against something wrong. In the Bible there are lots of examples of people being courageous. My favorite one would be about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. They  knew that worshiping the one and true God is not lawful but they still did it because they know it is right. They knew  that they will get persecuted but they still did it.

I read about Corrie Ten Boom last year and she showed me what courage is. Corrie is a woman who feared God. She did things that was unlawful for the Nazi like lying, stealing identification cards, and hiding the Jews. These put her life on the line for people she didn’t know. But she was being Courageous. She didn’t just sit back and watch just because she is an average woman. She stood up for what she knew was wrong even if she could die doing it. She told people that she was weak but because of God she was strong and courageous.

Beowulf was courageous. He put his life on the line for the good of others. But some of his decisions was courageous to his people but seems foolish to us. Like the part where he decides to fight Grendel barehanded.

My Hero =)

               My hero doesn’t have to be a superman, all he or she needs, is to be there when I need a hero. My view of a hero would be a person who is willing to sacrifice time or effort for the well being of others. Just like the super heroes on comic, my hero would appear when I need help, but not to save me from any monsters or danger, instead to be there to hear me complain about my worst day, hand me tissues when I am crying my eyes out, give me advice when I need it, and laugh out loud with me. My hero is not a typical Anglo-Saxon epic hero because I don’t need my hero to be brave, go on a quest, or have special powers. 

               God is always by my side and will always be available whenever I need him. He cares and understand me more than anyone else. He knows everything that happened to me and can give me the best advice. God is my Hero and He can be yours too. Just ask Him to be your savior.