Hey ya!
Remember when i posted something about "when blogs were unheard of?" Well this posting will be something somewhere in there too. But these ones are topics picked by my Litt professor a while back. I enjoyed that early morning class because of his one-page assignments. I can even remember him saying anything beyond page one will no longer be read; but he also mentioned something like your page does not necessarily have to be a typical short bond paper or an A4. It could be whole cardboard or Manila Paper for all he cares. As long as it is written in a one-page output. That was really cool huh? And sarcastic actually. That professor of mine was actually pretty filled with sarcasm most times - all the time! But I still like him.
Well, here are three of my homework under Professor Sarcasm:
Assignment #1: If you only have 24 hours to live, how would you spend it?
24 Hours to Live
If I had only twenty-four hours to live, I would start my life at the fifth hour, while everything else is still and silence is prevalent. I will indulge in this tranquility, will take a deep breath and listen to the sounds coming from within and feel the uninteresting void. I will then know what a heartbeat really is, and what the damp dawn wind truly feels. The soft cool breeze weaving in my every pore and the smell of the crisp morning air will never be as implausible as this one would be. I will witness the most exhilarating and optimistic sunrise as I attest to the alive and beautiful colors of the earth. I will dance happily to the tunes of nature, walk barefoot on the cool and ticklish grass, jump in excitement, roll over the meadow and embrace the joyful flowers. I will taste the morning dew, splash my face with cold water from the stream and get soaked with the freshwater creatures. I will devour on the freshly picked fruits and I will linger among the big barks of the lush trees. I will lie on the velvety ground and smile big time to the sunlight! I will write a poem about the great privilege of being such a proof of how wonderful life is. I will write my brood each a letter, my love for them, the ablaze inspiration they keep on giving me, the gift that they are which has kept me breathing. I will encourage them to stop and smell the roses, to be brave and be crazy, to laugh heartily and cry tremendously, to be hurt to know how to love and to stumble to be able to carry on. I will ask them to bend their knees to be uplifted, to keep their mouths closed when there is nothing good to say and to learn to be able to teach. I will give them a toast as well to their posterity.
I will culminate my day by gathering my precious ones; we will pray together, thank the Lord and give Him praise. We will lie together in one bed, I will hold them close as if I am never letting go, I will stare at the dark oblivion until I lose myself serenely.
Assignment #2: Would you exist to live or live to exist?
Exist to live or Live to exist?
This question is personally confusing for me and interesting as well. It raises another question in thought: would you rather live or exist? Is there really a difference between the two or this is merely a play on words? None the less, this is where the flow of my thoughts will start until I find out for myself as well, would I exist to live or live to exist? First, let me aver my judgment on life. To live is to employ life; it is beyond breathing, not merely taking your meals everyday, not just waking up in the morning to work. The rout nary things we do everyday for the most part compose our life. The other things, like our plans fill in the rest. The ‘other things’ may comprise of what we want to do for a living, our aspirations, where do we plan to spend the next summer, which restaurant would we spend our weekend get-together with friends, and all the other things which, so as we humans say it “spice up our life.” Living is painting one’s life with colors one sees amiable- that is my stance. On the other hand, I will now profess my stand on existence, at least what I think it is. To exist is to celebrate life and give a name to it. It is giving meaning to life and engraving it in the hearts and minds of others. To exist is to have a purpose, not just goals. It is contributing something to this world. It is not only having people be a part of your life but being a part of another being’s life as well. It is not only experiencing how to love and be loved back, it is showing another person what love is, giving that person an experience he or she will treasure for all of reality. To exist does not only know the beauty of life, it is being a part of it. To exist is to exhaust one’s self to all the emotions man has known and afar. To exist is to make a mark on this world. It is not being passive, it is not living alone, it is being a part of life. It is about knowing why we are here. It is minding others’ business, caring for them, it is getting involved. To exist is not only being alive, it is also being life-giving. It is not only empathizing with the oppressed but also doing something to uplift their spirits and actually, their lives. It is not all about sympathizing with the poor, it is embracing them and leading them the path to hope and a tangible tomorrow. To exist is not only passing through this lifetime, it is being a remarkable part of this lifetime. Having said all these now draws me to what I truly value, to what my answer is to the outstanding question, it has led me to realize my genuine purpose: to exist. I, Esabela, live to exist.
Assignment #3: What is one thing you would do for love?
One thing for love
Love. Oh, love. The one thing that could change everything about a person’s life. The many splendor thing. The one thing that makes the world go round, the one thing that makes people lose their sanity, and sometimes tragically, lose their life. All the wonderful and bizarre things in the name of love. Love is all we need. All these and more about love, the list can go on as far as the distant horizon. I myself have experienced love, have loved and been loved or so I hope. I have done crazy things for love, fought with my own parents for love, denied myself of a career and happiness for love. ///As my favorite poem says it, "someone, one someone who makes my days brighter, my joys greater and my heart lighter. Someone I want so to share with, do everything with, and go everywhere with..." /// I will follow the rules for love. I will play it straight. I have already come to realize that I am done with being foolish for love, done with breaking all the rules and doing it my own way. I have realized treating love with such negligence has just the same left me neglected. The tragedies, so to speak I have experienced will never be the events I will learn a lesson of love from. It is with the love I have right now that I will carry on and it is the same love that will give a smile on my face at any given time of the day. I will be able to care for love only by truly caring for it. To let love in one’s life is like entering a room of eggshell flooring and walking on it. To dance with love is like skating on thin ice. Therefore, to be able for love to stick it out with me, I will make sure to do everything to be worthy of love. I will only be honest and trustworthy to start with. I will think twice before doing anything that would in one way or another, affect or risk love. I will act maturely for love’s sake. I will watch my behavior for love’s sake. I will strive to be wise for love. I will have a good heart for love. No frills, nothing fancy, no more things so crazy, no more acts reckless and folly. No more small talks and shallow, meaningless words on love, only big gestures that truly celebrate love. I can never afford to go wrong anymore. To lose love and search the world over for another is just another tragedy. I am done with tragedies. This time, only fond memories. I will take love seriously. I will play the rules for love. I will play it straight.
Have fun today!
