Sometimes blogging is not all about your daily experiences in life, but writing what you actually see and what is really happening in the world…
Many of us were deeply alarmed when a news broke out around 11am yesterday of the Wowowee stampede at the Ultra. Text messages perfected chain letters and chit-chat’s moved about with such dismay for the ABS-CBN Management.
As of 11:50 this morning, 74 people were counted dead and nearly 400 people injured in the unforeseen tragedy.
Grievances were simultaneously delivered, losses were simply innumerable.
A profound analysis would tell you how such an incident illustrates the desperation of Filipino people in such a rare chance to win, perhaps, the only thing that can make their families survive in such a trivial time. Hopes of winning a small fortune out of a hundred-thousand who were there, and fighting for a seat at the probability of changing their life were the only things these people could cling to considering our status quo.
Thousands of people, not even much of avid fans, flocking from different provinces and impoverished urban states – did we even think of helping them?
Now, grief isn’t really the feeling that dominates our hearts, but a certain guilt of which we call “pity” for never essentially caring for such things. The failure lies not only with the people who were vested with such authority in that particular event, but with the people – I as well – who never really paused for a time to mind, to be concerned.
I once loved the idea of diaspora and how I can earn lots of the greens if I do get the chance to work abroad, moreover, if it’d only mean not staying in such a deplorable state. But see where we take off? It only tells us of the mindset of many, of how we never really understood of huwag mong kalimutan ang iyong pinanggalingan. I affectionately remember how Dante’s Inferno would punish such “sinfuls” as letting them walk with their heads turned back.
We look at misfortune, but is it enough to merely see?
I feel for the losses, but honestly, I do not know how else to make things better. Even from a scratched work. But taking it as such, I see a haze in the path the Philippines has chosen to take.
There are occurrences that should serve as an imperative lesson to all.
Let this be one.
Many of us were deeply alarmed when a news broke out around 11am yesterday of the Wowowee stampede at the Ultra. Text messages perfected chain letters and chit-chat’s moved about with such dismay for the ABS-CBN Management.
As of 11:50 this morning, 74 people were counted dead and nearly 400 people injured in the unforeseen tragedy.
Grievances were simultaneously delivered, losses were simply innumerable.
A profound analysis would tell you how such an incident illustrates the desperation of Filipino people in such a rare chance to win, perhaps, the only thing that can make their families survive in such a trivial time. Hopes of winning a small fortune out of a hundred-thousand who were there, and fighting for a seat at the probability of changing their life were the only things these people could cling to considering our status quo.
Thousands of people, not even much of avid fans, flocking from different provinces and impoverished urban states – did we even think of helping them?
Now, grief isn’t really the feeling that dominates our hearts, but a certain guilt of which we call “pity” for never essentially caring for such things. The failure lies not only with the people who were vested with such authority in that particular event, but with the people – I as well – who never really paused for a time to mind, to be concerned.
I once loved the idea of diaspora and how I can earn lots of the greens if I do get the chance to work abroad, moreover, if it’d only mean not staying in such a deplorable state. But see where we take off? It only tells us of the mindset of many, of how we never really understood of huwag mong kalimutan ang iyong pinanggalingan. I affectionately remember how Dante’s Inferno would punish such “sinfuls” as letting them walk with their heads turned back.
We look at misfortune, but is it enough to merely see?
I feel for the losses, but honestly, I do not know how else to make things better. Even from a scratched work. But taking it as such, I see a haze in the path the Philippines has chosen to take.
There are occurrences that should serve as an imperative lesson to all.
Let this be one.
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