It’s five minutes away from Independence Day. As I passed along EDSA hours ago, vendors were on their feet, selling Philippine flaglets to people. I wonder if there are still people who buy those commemorative items. I don’t remember any cheerful celebration of this event…for me, it has always been very sober. For we all know that there is no much reason to celebrate. We have never been free.
Hours before Independence Day, I found myself in a police station, along with some friends…for reasons I cannot disclose. I thought we would be staying there for long. Talk about freedom…hehehe. Okay, don’t get me wrong. We neither engaged in delinquent undertakings nor got detained. It’s just that we have to be there…we need to be there. It was one of the most adventurous days of my life. I’m glad I joined them…hahaha! I learned a lot…we learned a lot. No regrets. Experience is really the best teacher. It was that moment when I realized that I have never been independent. I never thought of the right thing to do or the right words to say when that thing happened. I have never been in that kind of situation before. All along I thought I was independent…that I can already act on my own…but lo and behold, the first thing that I thought of doing was to call my father…and ask him what to do in such kind of situation. Well probably I just wanted to seek advice, not that I am totally dependent. I have accepted the fact that I will be needing them (i.e. parents) for the rest of my life, but sure after such an incident, I know I can manage on my own.
As I type…it is already Independence Day. For some, it is a reality…for others, it is a mere display of a commemorative item which has somehow lost its essence.
