It happened two Sundays ago when I was about to go to church. I was waiting for my mom and daughter when I decided to read Biology: Concepts and Applications. While I was reading the textbook, I happened to flip one of the front pages. I was surprised to see this page about a starfish. Yes, starfishes are interesting creatures belonging to Kingdom Animalia, Phylum Echinodermata and Class Asteroidea. But the page written about them were on a different context...quite different from what you expect to read in a Biology textbook. It wasn't about facts nor theories. It was a parable...an inspiring story.
PARABLE OF THE STARFISH
One day, an old man was walking along a beach that was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed
ashore by the high tide.
As he walked he came upon a young boy who was eagerly throwing the starfish back into
the ocean, one by one.
Puzzled, the man looked at the boy and asked what he was doing. Without looking up from his task, the boy simply
replied, "I'm saving these starfish, Sir".
The old man chuckled aloud, "Son, there are thousands of starfish and only one of you. What difference can
you make?"
The boy picked up a starfish, gently tossed it into the water and turning to the man, said, "It made a
difference to that one!"
With this, I suddenly remembered a quotation when I was in grade
school. My English teacher, then, required us to memorize five
inspiring quotes. This was one of them:
"I am only one, but I am one
I cannot do everything but I can do something
And what I should do and can do
By the grace of God I will do."
I'm glad I got to read this story. Now I look at starfishes differently.. Whenever I lose patience teaching difficult students, or disciplining an adolescent daughter....Whenever I'm about to give up on a one-sided friendship, an annoying neighbor, or any other challenges, I try to remember the parable. Making a difference in the lives of people around us - whether strangers or those close to our hearts - is priceless. We may not know it instantaneously. But even if we don't, it doesn't matter anymore.
Whenever I have my quiet time, I would read a chapter from one of my favorite books, "Created for a Purpose" by Darlene Sala. It gives me the uplifted spirit I need....just like how Oolong tea stimulates me, how red wine provides calmness and how Nutella activates my endorphins when I'm alone. I bought this book at Powerbooks in Manila. The reason? I like the cover. It shows a daisy...a yellow-orange daisy. They are my favorites - favorite flower and favorite color. They said don't judge a book by it's cover. Not for me! I do judge a book by it's cover. My take on this is...a good author will not only give his best in the content, but also in appearance of her work. It should be a total package. Also, I am a fan of Harold Sala books, so I got curious grabbing a copy of his daughter's writing.
I am not really a meticulous book owner. My books have folds, underlines, clips, stickers, handwritten notes on its pages, highlighter pen marks, and beaded bookmarks. I'd prefer my books this way rather than have glossy covers and clean/white pages...like nobody own them. It just goes to show that I read, touch, contemplate and sleep on them most of the time. I am a very engaging book owner....maybe bordering abusive :-p
As for "Created for a Purpose", I have highlighted some phrases, sentences and paragraphs in it. They are food for the soul. Let me share some of them:
What makes one woman capable of turning her life around while another cannot? My experience has been that what a woman believes about herself makes a difference in how she deals with difficulty. (page 16, 1st paragraph )
I believe that if you see yourself as God sees you - if you have a good sense of self-esteem - you will somehow be able to cope with almost anything, because you will find that God's grace is indeed sufficient for you. ( page 16, 1st paragraph )
You are precious to Him. When you give your identity to Him, He will give you back more than you can ever imagine. ( page 23, 2nd paragraph )
We get so caught up in looking at life from our limited, human perspective, that we become blind to what is real. ( page 40, 1st paragraph )
We are most appealing to others and the happiest within, when we are completely ourselves. ( page 50, 2nd paragraph )
Sometimes we all need to risk admitting our own insecurities and weaknesses. That's the only way we'll be able to help each other. ( page 53, 2nd paragraph )
Do you have a quick temper? Give it to God. Are you clumsy? Put your clumsiness in God's hand. Are you overweight? Offer your body to God as a living sacrifice. Let me repeat myself again: God doesn't want just the "good stuff." He wants it all. ( page 85, 2nd paragraph )
One of the biggest wounds to a woman's self-esteem can come from the sexual or physical abuse that was inflicted on her in the past. ( page 135, 1st paragraph )
I am unique - no one ever existed or ever will exist exactly like me; God brought me into existence at this precise time in history in a precise location; He knew about me before the world was even created. - Ephesians 1:4 ( page 194, 3rd paragraph )
Sometimes, we just need to get lost in the hustle and bustle of anonymity...Stay away from people who know us, and live a life with a new set of circle. It's what we need to learn who we really are, what can make and what can break us. This had been the epitome of my journey for the last seven years, until I found my self again.
When you hit rock bottom, it's either you let yourself drown or try to swim your way up. With me, I chose the later. And I'm glad I did. On my struggle to paddled up, I met so many unexpected individuals who helped me pick up the pieces again. I made new friends at church. I had gay employees. I enjoyed being on stage because I was either showing off something, joining a competition or hosting an event. I taught Korean students who came here in my country and through online classes. I developed customers who patronized my home-made munchkins. I met plant workers and laboratory analysts whom I've worked with for six to seven days a week. Never in my life had I thought I would be in this roller coaster of adventure....all because I was lost.
Faith in God and love for my daughter were the only reasons I held on to exist during those times. I'm glad I never let go. Now, I am in a place I never thought I'd be. Happiness surrounds me every time I wake up, even with just 4-5 hours of sleep. It's the joy of knowing God created me for a purpose. I wake up seeing my daughter sound asleep just 15 inches away from me.
I waited for God's plan to unfold. I tried not to be impatient even if it took years. Now, I am back to teaching, and it gives me fulfillment. My daughter had grown up to be so beautiful, responsible and supportive. 2013 is my year, and the coming years would become even better. Let my life be a testimony of how waiting patiently and finding contentment can truly give joy to a wayward soul.
"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk." -Carl Sandburg
As the northeast monsoon winds touch my skin, I stand in awe staring at the moon. Just like how Neil Armstrong"s footsteps stayed on the moon dust, my sight was fixated. January 25, 2013...it was a full moon.
Footprint on the moon's surface
In a world surrounded by contradiction, the moon is my light on a gloomy night. It's my chiaroscuro, as how I remember my college Humanities professor would always say. What is in you? Where are you? Why are you looking back at me? These questions which can never be answered are what keep me fascinated with the moon. Interrogations which lead to imagination. I can experience in one night what I could not in a century. The stars are lamp posts, guiding my journey as I traverse the unknown in a millisecond of light years. I saw the deepest part of Marianas Trench, as well as the highest peaks of the Himalayas. All these I saw, because the moon is my raft.
Venus and the moon
The craters are like maps. They lead me to places I've never been, sceneries I've never seen. I had been chained on the earth. Immobilized by deception. The past imprisoned me, yet I was set free from my dungeon. The moon gave me my lock keys. Now, I travel differently because I have a new life. My pockets are full of hope and my hands full of redemption. The passenger on the raft had become a new creation.
Years ago, the moon took me to the Middle East. There I saw sand dunes, and my father working in a foreign land earning with a foreign currency just so we can have a convenient life. My eyes were wide open, my consciousness bespoke. On another occassion, I flew three decades to the past. I was reunited with my grandfather who used to give me crabs for pets. I, once again, smelled pomade on his hair and Brutt on his clothes.
Lately, I have been to an enchanted lake. I saw a man flashing a smile I can't resist , looking straight at me with a smize. He held, not just my hand, but also my heart.
He whispered hello, but I heard poetry. A prose which far exceeds that of Pablo Neruda's. The lake of enchantment served as a backdrop for our first meeting. It's freshwater was a melting point of excitement while the cold air's an atmosphere of encounter between two cultures too distinct from each other. That moment I was sure...Venus collided with Jupiter.
Venus and Jupiter visible from the sky
"The moving moon went up to the sky, and nowhere did abide; softly she was going up, and a star or two beside.
-Samuel Taylor
Since then, Jupiter never left my mind. He is with me all the time...in my thoughts, yet I don't know him.
Someday soon, my moon will bring me back to that lake again. It might even take me to places unimaginable. I can't wait 'til I will stare at the moon again. For now, I will depart from my raft, and face what reality has in store for me. My soul would feel when I can wander through time again.
"There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon." -Matsuo Basho
“Animals share with us the privilege of having a soul.”—Pythagoras
"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God." ---Luke 12:6 (NIV)
“We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.”—Anna Sewell, author of Black Beauty
“Kindness and compassion toward all living things is the mark of a civilized society.”—Cesar Chavez
“The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different.”—Hippocrates
“Animals do feel like us, also joy, love, fear and pain but they cannot grasp the spoken word. It is our obligation to take their part and continue to resist the people who profit by them, who slaughter them and who torture them.”— Denis de Rougement
“If man is not to stifle human feelings, he must practice kindness to animals, for he who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.” —Immanuel Kant
“Unseen they suffer, unheard they cry, in agony they linger, in loneliness they die.”—Anonymous
“One cannot watch chimpanzee infants for long without realizing that they have the same emotional need for affection and reassurance as human children.”—Jane Goodall
“It is just like man's vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.”— Mark Twain
“One of the most dangerous things that can happen to a child is to kill or torture an animal and get away with it.”—Margaret Mead
“Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.”—Thomas A. Edison
“One who harms animals, directly or indirectly, has not understood deeds of sin…those whose minds are at peace and who are free from passions do not desire to live at the expense of others.”—Jainism
“I am not interested to know whether vivisection produces results that are profitable to the human race or doesn't….The pain which it inflicts upon unconsenting animals is the basis of my enmity toward it, and it is to me sufficient justification of the enmity without looking further.”— Mark Twain
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“Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they're in the game.”—Paul Rodriguez
“When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when the tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.”—George Bernard Shaw
“The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? But rather, Can they suffer?”—Jeremy Bentham
“The thinking person must oppose all cruel customs no matter how deeply rooted in tradition or surrounded by a halo….We need a boundless ethic which includes the animals also.”—Albert Schweitzer
“The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.”—Alice Walker
"We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can't speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.”—Qwatsinas
What better time to listen to and watch this video than today. Being on an emotional staircase leading down right now, I feel connection to the lyrics. Some situations which befall us are hard to verbalize, until a song performs the works for you. "Wake Me Up When September Ends" does just that for me. Each line strikes a blow to each ventricle of my heart...traversing up to the hypothalamus where I grant my guards down, and just let mixed feelings flow...in the confines of my bedroom.
Trying not to let myself sulk longer into the pit, I focused on my curiosity instead. This great song, for sure, should have an equally great story behind it. I wasn't wrong.
The song was written by Billie Joe Armstrong as a tribute to his father, Andy Armstrong, who died of throat cancer in September 10, 1982 when he was still a child. Stories about that fateful event stated Billie was so hurt by his father's death that on the funeral, he ran home to lock himself up in his room. When his mother followed him, Billie tearfully said "Wake me up when September ends".
Later on, it was sung and recorded by the band Green Day. It is an American rock trio formed in 1987, consisted of Billie Joe Armstrong on vocals and guitar, Mike Dirnt onbass guitar and vocals, and Tré Cool on drums and percussion. Green Day was originally part of the punk rock scene in East Bay, CA, United States . Their early releases were under the independent Lookout! Records until they signed to a major label. It was the fourth single from their seventh album, American Idiot in June 2005. The song was originally intended on the Shenanigans. But Billie was emotionally ready to record the song, so it fortunately ended up on American Idiot. It has become Green Day's third top 10 single, peaking at number six on US charts.
Now, let us look at the lyrics:
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
He said seven years has gone so fast, referring to their band formed seven years after the incident happened. (Or twenty years as a homage to when he wrote this song). Crying and hurting again several years past while saying "here comes the rain again, falling from the stars...." He may have moved on, had his own family and kids but scars turn to wounds again when he travel back to that painful memory, as it was written "as my memory rests but never forget what I lost". Wake me up when September ends, in the hopes of letting time take away his pain.
Every individual who listens and immerses himself to the song can have different interpretations to it. Guided by our own experiences, we perceive the meaning divergently. In fact, some listeners think of it as a tribute to World Trade Center bombing on September 11, 2001, or to Hurricane Katrina's aftermath in September 2005. It is also for those who loved and lost, "afraid" to lose someone, victims of war, depressed, and those who are hopeful that everything shall come to pass. For me, there is no wrong way to interpret the song. It is open-ended, a reason why it has endeared itself to the hearts of many listeners and became one of the most memorable songs of all time. Kudos to Billie Joe Armstrong for writing this song. A true talent with a heart. His rendition is also amazing. It may be on the alternative rock genre but it has crossed all borders of age, gender, cultures and socio-cultural status. Truly, his song is a concrete example that music is universal and has no boundaries.
The official music video is also an experience to behold. It is directed by Samuel Bayer, starring Jamie Bell and Evan Rachel Wood. Superb cinematography, I may say. Set in a time when September 11 attacks were still new, it features lovers who promised not to leave each other. But the boy, wanting to make his girl proud, joined the military. It made her depressed especially upon learning that her boyfriend was ambushed during the war in Iraq.
Both videos I showed in this post are great. Going back to the song being open-ended, both videos show how we can have varied interpretations for the same song. The former is more on the rock side while the latter focuses on emotional appeal. Even some people regard the official music video as mushy. I don't think so. If you really love and miss someone, you can never be too cheesy, for that matter.
We can never really forget anything which left a mark in our lives. It can be positive or negative, but through time and proper perspective, the negative can turn into positive, as well. September 2012 has given me a challenge. It is either to fear or to hope. Fear of losing my grandmother, or hope that she will soon recover and be back to her strong persona. If I can only take at least half of her pain, I would gladly do so. My childhood memories revolve around her. She is my first fashion icon. I adore her style - so elegant and crisp. She is feisty yet so sweet and caring. My grandmother would always take me with her. While she was with other people, I would always be in awe as I witness her grace and charm which transcended through the crowd. She remained a fashionista even when she grew older and lost her sight. I would be the one, then, who would fix her hair and make-up. Her disability never constrained her to exude such radiance she had always been known for. It hurts me more now to see her in pain. I don't want to lose her. She is my inspiration. But I am very hopeful she will get better when (or even before) September ends. I won't let the incongruity with my chosen peace affect me.
Thankful for songs like this to express what can't be elucidated with words. I believe Billie Joe Armstrong never intended it solely for fathers, but for all the role models in our lives. It is hoping for better things to come...and for moments when you just want to hide under the sheets.
It's September once again. Weather slowly becomes colder through the days in a tropical country I am in. Festivities are just around the corner as old and young folks await Christmas season. Presents abound and so are blooms. We often think about Poinsettia as a symbol. But as I look into my once lush garden, I think about one of my favorite flowers: forget-me-not.
Well, I said "once-lush garden" because I used to have lots of flowering plants in it. However, they got washed away by flash floods in September 2006. Since then, I put the green thumb in me on the backseat. Maybe I was traumatized seeing those placid petals I took care of regularly, submerged in bracky waters of overflowing rivers and dams.
Now, all I have are memories of my forget-me-nots. I had them in lilac and blue. Coincidentally, they are among the birth flowers of September, together with aster and morning glory. They are natural beauties - small and unassuming yet so photogenic. I loved how refreshing they look as they get sun-kissed in the morning. Such a lovely sight to behold as I sip my first cup of coffee. "God must really love me for showering my home with sublime angiosperm winsomeness", was what kept coming into my head when I stare at them. The joy they gave me back then helped me anchor my sanity in the midst of a tumultuous stance.
Botanically speaking, forget-me-nots belong to genus Myosotis in the family Boraginaceae which has 50 species. Myosotis is the Latin term for "mouse ear" because it's leaves have that shape. Flowers have flat petals with five lobes and yellow or white centers. They usually come in blue, lilac, pink or white colors. Flower buds are purple. Moist habitats with moderate sunlight are their preference. In addition, it is the state flower of Alaska, particularly Myosotis alpestris.
The Victorians used flowers as a symbol to express their feeling. We still do this in prevalence at the present times. Forget-me-not connotes true love and memories. What a catchy name to depict such meaning!
On top of mesmerizing beauty in its simplicity, forget-me-nots often raise curiosity behind the name. I was, and still am. Here are some of the myths why it is called as such:
a. In a German legend, it was mentioned that when God finished naming all plants, one was left unnamed. Suddenly, a tiny voice was heard saying "forget me not, O Lord!".
b. Another legend stated that whoever wore this flower wouldn't be forgotten by his or her lover. Maybe this is related to the 15th century practice where women wear these flowers when their lovers went away.
c. There was an archangel in heaven who fell in love with a mortal woman. Forbidden love. So what the woman did was, she planted forget-me-nots in all corners of the world. The angel went down to the earth and helped her with planting. They were, from then on, permitted into heaven as immortals.
d. Since forget-me-nots are most commonly seen in sky blue color, it was correlated to Christian belief. The blue cloak which Virgin Mary is often pictured in, together with her blue eyes, are associated with the flower. Christ sitting on Mary's lap as a child, was said to have wished there were some way to make everyone see the blue in her eyes, therefore used forget-me-not flower to accomplish this.
e. A knight was picking flowers beside Danube river. He was going to give them to her loved one. But he fell into it and strong currents swept him away while crying out for her to "forget me not" until he was nowhere to be found.
f. The flower has a very unpleasant taste that anybody who would dare taste it won't forget the experience. Thus, the name.
I found this video telling a story behind forget-me-not flower's role in masonry. Infallibly interesting, since history at the time of Hitler's can never be dull.
I will always have a fascination with this creation - it's delicateness that exudes inexplicable charm. So simple that when you see them in a large garden full of blooms, they won't attract immediate attention. In fact, it is easy to overlook them among bigger and more vibrant flowers. Yet when you look at it closely, it has a uniqueness quite not easily forgotten.
This attribute spells humility for me. Nowadays, as I sip coffee in the morning, I don't get to see my forget-me-nots in the garden anymore. But they are in my memory, reminding me to be humble. Everything we have now is momentary. They can go down the drain without a warning, just like raging currents of flash floods I experienced six years ago in September. However, life is still a beautiful putt on the seventh hole. Just like the courageous brethren of masonry, we can inspire others, revolutionize the world, or brighten a dark era in our lives through modest and lucid ways like the forget-me-not flower.
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