YOU ARE NOT YOUR MIND |
The mind of a freethinker. The shrewdness of a capitalist. The morality of a humanist. The belief of a skeptic. The soul of a human. The idealism of a teenager. The rashness of a child. The curiosity of a philosopher. Democratic Socialist. Deist. Filipino. Freethinker. Seventeen years old. College Sophomore. Psychology. Ateneo de Manila University. Everything else is insignificant. |
A message to my future child.
Since high school, I have been saving up my allowance to buy books so that you would have an awesome library to grow up into. I’ve been buying books with all the money my small allowance can allow, and instead of saving up for gadgets, I invest in “my future library” for you. I hope you’ll come to love books, literature, and reading as much as I do. May logic and reason be your moral code.
With all the love a rational person can muster,
Your awesome mom
It’s 6 am and I’m supposed to be cramming my paper. The problem is, I just can’t find inspiration in what I am doing. I find myself simply succumbing to the academic pressure and losing myself in the process.
I know I’ve deteriorated. I’ve lost a fair amount of my sense, of my reason. My high school self would probably yell at me and say, “Hey, Marisse, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FORCING YOURSELF TO STUDY?!”
Simple. I’m not allowed to fail. When I started college, all the pressure just started to pile up on me, making me lose both my vision and identity.
Suddenly, there’s so much to lose once I get a failing mark. My scholarship, for starters. Since my parents don’t exactly have the money to fund my studying in Ateneo, I’d probably have to find a different, less-renowned school. With that, the possibility of my landing on a good job would take a serious plunge.
There’s the constant threat that if I fail to please my teachers (which is required to get an A) and conform to their requirements, I would lose the opportunities a lot of Filipino students would kill for. My teachers and professors hold such a ridiculous amount of power at the tip of their pens.
I miss the joy of reading and writing. What had made me willingly stay for hours in the library long ago? What made me stay up all night reading a book, or writing an opinion? Those moments simply became buried under the pressure of having to excel. Reading became tedious. Writing became a burden. And learning? What ever happened to it? Like almost everything and everyone, it has become buried under pressure.
Marisse Galera
Marisse Galera
Mark Twain
RELEVANT.
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Thomas Paine
Voltaire
This is just too funny. Good job Rizal Lib.
Best lib ever.
I love my school
ATENEO HAS THE BEST LIBRARYEVER.
Marguerite Alcazaren de Leon, Filipino Freethinkers
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