Friday, March 21, 2014

NOSTALGIA: A PILGRIM’S TALE

... OR WHY I INSIST ON NOT FOLLOWING TRADITION IN SPITE  OF EVERYTHING



There was a boy, a very strange, enchanted boy.


He was strange, according to some, because he pursued and took what others did not - ranging from things like his shoes of preference to the personalities of the friends he made. He was enchanted, enchanted with the possibilities that awaited him in life, for he wanted to be rich and famous.

All he wanted before was to be rich without working in the corporate world, instead choosing the life of the academe. But now, while the latter had remained firmly in place, something else as important to him as his biggest interests, had emerged.

The Platonic school of thought provides that nostalgia, today meaning a sentimental, somewhat lonely longing for past happy memories, is one’s journeying in search of the Eidos, the Good, whence they came. Because we are bound in our physical bodies during our earthly life, our souls - our psyche - have been “contained” in our earthly shells, and, as long as we live on earth, are always longing for its original home of the Eidos. The boy realized that he was trying to become fully aware of his own nostalgia.

We shall find out what his nostalgia involves by reading his - still incomplete - story. Perhaps in drawing insights from it, we may even be able to help complete his story, for this is the only thing he requests of everyone he meets.

~o~


Dreams and Self-Discovery



Ever since he was young, he had cringed at the sight of street children, beggars, and road vendors, knowing that they should not live that kind of life, that they deserve better than that. But he had never thought of how he himself could play a part in it.

He had grown up in a typical traditional Chinese-Filipino family with their own family business in shoes, but he had never dreamed of going to work in that company when he grew up. The very first thing he knew he wanted to become was a doctor - to be more precise, a pediatrician. But he suffers to



this day from mild trypanophobia and hemophobia; while not extreme, these as well as an “eww” feeling in dissecting frogs in elementary school led to his abandoning the dream altogether.

He also had dreams of becoming the next J. R. R. Tolkien, hoping to write and publish a bestselling series of high fantasy novels whose characters and settings he is actually already working on to this day. This dream still stands, and he is still chasing it with fervor.

He even harbored secret dreams of becoming a soul siren or pop star, but upon his request, we shall not delve into that.

It was, however, his love of languages and traveling that most ensnared him. Since he had been a child, he had always been curious about what things in other languages meant. He also started self-studying Japanese at thirteen; however, other commitments like academics led him to stall on this. He became a member of the Spanish club in his last year of high school, and took up French in college, even going so far as to obtain a minor in French studies and going on exchange to France. He dreamed of studying as many languages as he could - including all the languages of the Philippines - and working in a very linguistically diverse place, such as Switzerland.

But one event during his junior year of college changed that - and him - forever.


It was the break between the end of the accelerated first term and their departure for their respective host countries for the Ateneo de Manila University’s Junior Term Abroad (JTA) 2011. Within the virtual walls of the JTA Legal Management 2011 Facebook group, his close friend had left a message with a poster (I should remind him to thank that friend). It was an invitation to a one-day exposure trip.

The organizer’s name was Frontline Social Business Development, Inc., and they were inviting the John Gokongwei School of Management (JGSOM) JTA students to visit a certain place as a pabaon day. (For those who do not understand the term, in standard Tagalog, the word pabaon means lunch money, or the like. So what Frontline intended for these blessed exchange students was that their learnings from the trip would serve as currency for food - food for thought that would both comfort and inspire them while they presented their school and their country to the world). Apparently, three of the exchange students - one of whom was going to the same school in Paris as this boy was - were Frontline members.

So after some consideration, the boy signed up for the event. Two of his block mates were there too. (Today, he is blessed to be very good friends with both of them, thanks to the bonds that would start being forged on that day.) The day, 1 August 2011. Two weeks before departure.


Things were never the same afterwards.

Contributed by: Allister Roy Chua

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