Hope for the nation.

We have no heroes, only superstars. Bonifacio is no longer the vogue. The advent of reality television, absurd lunchtime shows, and sappy telenovelas have blurred our values and sense of individuality. We are now enamored by fair skin, twangs, and Gwiyomi-inspired videos. Gone are the days when a man is measured through strength of character or words of wisdom. This generation has become a tad soft, and a bit focused on the wrong kind of dreams.  

We are dying as a country, and no one seems to bother. Our government is still bent on proclaiming that we are the new tiger cub of Asia, but that speech has been going on since the Ramos Administration. The masa clamors for the government to help them, give them more food, create more jobs, and build more houses. They are continuously asking for more, but doing less. Instead, they are involved in procreating more children, with the hope that one of them would save them from poverty. They, however, have enough money to save up for prepaid cards and vote for the latest reality star.

The future is bleak. With the elections coming, the names up for elections are still the same ten, fifteen years ago. They dominate the positions on the basis of surnames, notwithstanding the fact that they do not have any experiences in governance. They mudsling and throw tirades at each other with the false promise of creating more jobs, removing taxes, and lowering the prices of gasoline and food. But that has been the empty promises for as long as I can remember. Nothing really changes in this jurisdiction, except the politician’s pot belly.

How to effect change is still the question. http://blogs.dunyanews.tv/?p=5715

And here we all are, trapped in the middle, not knowing the lasting changes that we could make. Not knowing what efforts would be sufficient to create ripples of possibilities. True, everything starts from the self. But for someone who has done things, the jadedness starts to creep in.  

It is said that in the absence of a great dream, pettiness prevails. It saddens me to know that there is no higher purpose in what we are doing. There is no desire to prove everyone wrong, no desire to leave a legacy for the next generation. No one is angry enough to do more than stand idly by. We just get fed up, pack up, and leave. Though some party in between.

Honestly, I feel so helpless about what is happening. I feel a passion welling up inside wanting to shout out to the world that I want to help. I truly, truly want to change this.

Can anyone tell me how?