Iloilo had its Dinagyang last last weekend (January 23-24).
(Hmm, I always have belated posts these days)
In all my 20 years back home, I was never able to watch it "live"; always through TV's local coverage. I bet the Ilonggos had a blast in this year's celebration. Then again, festivity continues on until the Jaro fiesta.
I've heard good things about the recently concluded Dinagyang from my Mom :)
There's a lot to miss when you're not home.
Every time something big happens and I wasn't there, that's when I'd say: "I missed a memory."
"You only have your youth once." -- a classic life lesson reiterated in Sophie Kinsella's "Undomestic Goddess".
I re-read it over the weekend just for kicks. Suddenly, this book became my "book of the moment" --- since it accurately captures today's workplace (my workplace) in the eyes of women like me. Bossy bosses (I have comparably lenient ones), office politics (it's everywhere), all-nighters and cramming for the glory of deadlines, six-minute-interval Time Reports (this ofcourse is too much, though our time reporting is something that makes me crazy too), and all the worse things we tolerate because we need the job or the success.
Life is a rat race in a pressure cooker (that's my Sametime status, by the way; I just combined my two fave definitions of the tricky sides in life). Some of us have turned into "husks" or "empty shells" walking from workplace to bed, impatiently tapping our feet in our own definitions of wasted time. Most of us --- lost in our ambitions and drive to climb some corporate ladder or just get up there. But where's the life? Where are the memories? Do we realize how much memories we actually lost in the process? (You must realize that I'm talking to myself as well.)
We do not have solid proof (not yet) that humans reincarnate, and even if we do --- we only live this particular life once. Even with any equivalent of reincarnation, I believe that every memory is unique to an experience.
You can never re-live a memory of one good afternoon walking with your best friend 10 years later and feel the exact joy and carefree fun you had 10 years ago. It's not going to be the same. For one, your youth is gone. You wouldn't see the same afternoon in the same eyes. If you missed that memory, it's gone forever.
Life is a rat race in a pressure cooker. Who wants to live that life?
There are memories which we wouldn't miss for the world. And we only get to really live these when we are not too obsessed with worldly time and deadlines.
Chill. Relax. Have a life. That's what I'll do - in 2010 and moving forward.
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