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| Crazy Kapampangans in the ritual commonly known as SLAMMING |
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| Performing "Am I Evil" |
Have you ever felt that you have come to a point where you ask yourself “now what?” It is such an agonizing question when it suddenly pops up in an age where one considers himself mature in every imaginable aspect of life.
It seems like this question has always been inside us just waiting to be unleashed. It has always been suppressed from the first time we were labeled as “makulit” by people who were suppose to nurture us and discipline us to be just like everyone else. We get to have our hand slapped every time we venture into something that is commonly perceived as unusual. We all probably know by now that these things are all intended to make us “successful” in the future.
If becoming wage slaves and corporate robots is the goal of education and the traditional measure of success, then yes, it worked.
We were all raised, well at least most of us, were raised in an educational environment where it was designed in such a way that it only serves one purpose which is to turn us into fuel for the great industrial machine. Like animals, we were herded into a small box, trained to think in a certain way, and force us to fix our eyes on a certain goal.
Teachers and parents tell us that we can be anything we want to be… err… as long as it guarantees to make us wealthy. This is a tragedy that has already unfolded for the most of us from the day we learned to write our name. Parents find it cute to keep on asking us what we want to be at a very young impressionable age. This rehearsed dialogue often goes like this: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” mom/dad asks. “I want tooo bee a dok-tor!!!” Wanting to be a humble public servant, artist, or skilled artisan is often met with strong disapproval.
I salute these people who have decided to chase after their dreams despite paralyzing disapproval from the people who were suppose to develop them into “unique” productive individuals. I salute these people who were able to know who they truly are way before they even stepped into high school. I salute these people who continuously refuse to do the ordinary. I salute these people who decided to live life instead of just survive it.
These people who follow their passion may not even be aware that they are doing other great things aside from perfecting their beloved craft. They inspire other people to rise above themselves. For this, I am thankful.
It seems like this question has always been inside us just waiting to be unleashed. It has always been suppressed from the first time we were labeled as “makulit” by people who were suppose to nurture us and discipline us to be just like everyone else. We get to have our hand slapped every time we venture into something that is commonly perceived as unusual. We all probably know by now that these things are all intended to make us “successful” in the future.
If becoming wage slaves and corporate robots is the goal of education and the traditional measure of success, then yes, it worked.
We were all raised, well at least most of us, were raised in an educational environment where it was designed in such a way that it only serves one purpose which is to turn us into fuel for the great industrial machine. Like animals, we were herded into a small box, trained to think in a certain way, and force us to fix our eyes on a certain goal.
Teachers and parents tell us that we can be anything we want to be… err… as long as it guarantees to make us wealthy. This is a tragedy that has already unfolded for the most of us from the day we learned to write our name. Parents find it cute to keep on asking us what we want to be at a very young impressionable age. This rehearsed dialogue often goes like this: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” mom/dad asks. “I want tooo bee a dok-tor!!!” Wanting to be a humble public servant, artist, or skilled artisan is often met with strong disapproval.
I salute these people who have decided to chase after their dreams despite paralyzing disapproval from the people who were suppose to develop them into “unique” productive individuals. I salute these people who were able to know who they truly are way before they even stepped into high school. I salute these people who continuously refuse to do the ordinary. I salute these people who decided to live life instead of just survive it.
These people who follow their passion may not even be aware that they are doing other great things aside from perfecting their beloved craft. They inspire other people to rise above themselves. For this, I am thankful.
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| Mr. Pali. Crazy swiss bar owner. |
The first photo is crazy! I love it!
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