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"Kung natatakot ka sa pagiging mag-isa, huwag kang magpakasal"

Bakit nagkakalayo ang dalawa na tunay namang nag-iibigan? Bakit minsan natatapos ang pag-ibig kahit hindi naman ito nawala? Kung tunay na nag-ibigan, hindi ito dapat natapos, di ba? Kung talagang nagmamahalan, hindi dapat nagpaalam, di ba? Ngunit nangyayari iyan. Bakit kaya?
Isantabi na natin ang mga madalas na dahilan. Nagkakasakitan--ngunit kabalintunaan ito; bakit magsasakitan ang nag-iibigan? At kung magkasakitan man, dapat ay nagpapatawad sa isa't isa, nagbibigayan. Nagkasawaan--hindi nagsasawa ang pag-ibig dahil ginagawa ng pag-ibig na bago ang lahat. Sumobra ang pag-ibig, naubos, napagod--ngunit magaan ang tunay na pag-ibig, madali, o kung napagod man ay hindi ito napapansin. Lumungkot? Baka. Paano kayang posible na maging malungkot sa isang pag-iibigan?
"Kung natatakot ka sa pagiging mag-isa, huwag kang magpakasal." Sabi iyan ni Chekhov. Kakatuwa. Ngunit bakit kaya? Bakit maaaring maranasan ang matinding pag-iisa kung ang pag-ibig nga ay isang kilos palabas ng sari…

From the Heights

Another year, yet another place, another beginning--another kind of life.

I've written about what I understood about Camus' words before, "divine availability." I've often found those two words curious. That openness and readiness for what may come, I thought, was inspiring, if not relevant to me. Since you are not bound to one thing, not held back by this commitment or answerable to that promise, you are able to respond to a summons or call which may come from anywhere or anyone. Like a reserve who can be called upon by queen and country, the man who could be availed of is paradoxically unnecessary and forgotten for the most part, yet at the same time it is this disposability which makes him necessary. The reserve, like the 8th or 9th to even the 12th man on the bench, is unseen for the most part; but this very invisibility paradoxically grants him phenomenality, that is, he is seen by not being seen. But you know he is there--like a phantom, a ghost, a master …

The Possible Difference between Love and Peace

The final end of love is not only happiness but what happiness prepares for and sustains, and that is peace. Whereas all men seek happiness, it is nevertheless peace which is the final end and fruit of that state of quieted joy, the victory over melancholy. Peace and happiness, though apparently identical in form, are different in content. Happiness is smiles and exuberance and light, whereas peace is steadfastness, stability, quiet. There is something fragile with happiness. If we feel that it is elusive, that is because it is basically an emotion, one which by definition comes and goes, passes us by and hopefully stays a while longer--like the wind, warmth, the sun. Happiness is worked at as a goal to be accomplished by action and perseverance, an end that must be reached not without toil and trouble, a kind of work, a labor. Aristotle said it plainly that happiness is synonymous with the good. And a man, according to him, can only be called good by remaining to be good and virtuou…

Loving Someone

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The usually unconscious and unacknowledged despair in our hearts today, while it can force one to lose all his marbles or desire to gain them all as an opium, has as its conclusion and final consequence the fact that each one becomes alone.

Loneliness has perhaps never been more real and felt than it is today. No more nationalism, no more community, no more causes for which we see the need to unite and fight. The lack of values outside of ourselves have pushed us into having as our highest goal the attainment of our own happiness--not of the group, the country, more especially of "the world"or human beings as a collective. Happiness, thought by the Greeks as only attainable in fellowship and friendship with others within the polis, or the Christian philosophers only in union with God--happiness is now to be sought in the attainment of individual security, individual success, and individual capital.

So we have come full circle to what Socrates keenly ob…