I hate being a “Filipino”. I have grown sick and tired of being led by a dysfunctional government. I hate turning on the TV to watch the news, seeing the same things over and over and over and over again only to have different names and scenarios in them. I hate the fact that people complain and whine over how our government is so corrupt when they don’t even exercise their right to vote wisely. I hate the fact that most of us have to suffer floods, intense traffic, and other things, just because the taxes we pay do not actually go to the budget for infrastructures, roads, buildings, and other projects they said they were supposed to do, because it ends up in other people’s accounts. I hate the fact that political dynasties continue to exist and yet have minimal output in their respective cities/towns. I hate the fact that some less fortunate people choose to wallow in poverty, rather than to strive for what can actually improve their lives and end up blaming the government why they are poor. I hate the fact that it takes too long for a case to be closed, unless a reward is involved. I hate the fact that for the past years, we now seem to settle for mediocrity.
I hate being a “Filipino”. I don’t like the way some foreigners look down upon us. I hate the fact that some people from other nations generalize us as domestic helpers, child/human traffickers, or sex objects of some sort. I hate the fact that some of our fellow men even degrade our fellow Filipinos just because they now live in other parts of the world. I hate the fact that we ourselves are racist and we tend to uplift ourselves over minor successes. Let’s face it, the rich blame the poor for choosing to be poor, while the poor blame the rich why they are poor. I hate that we always need to put the blame on others when clearly we are to be partly blamed for our situation. I hate that we support foreign products, music, brands, and others, more than we support our own (but honestly, I know most of what we have, and I’m not saying all, were either imitated from them or patterned from what they do, which make it prosaic). I hate the fact we abide by Filipino time (which I am very guilty of), and the way we epitomize “Bahala ka” and the “manana” habits.
I hate being a “Filipino”. I hate the fact that some of us post without even thinking twice. I hate the fact that we bandwagon most of the time to trends we really know nothing about. I hate the fact that most of us crave for respect when we don’t even bother giving that to others. I hate the fact that people seem to think highly of themselves just because they give unsolicited, most of the time negative opinions. I hate the fact that we give more time and attention to showbiz and seem to idolize and worship people, spend our time and money on them, when they don’t even do us any good. I hate the fact that most of us are not happy with what others are achieving and that we almost always find something negative to say about them especially on how they managed to reach their success. I hate the fact that most of us procrastinate and ask ourselves why nothing is happening to our lives, and yet still find time to blame it all on other people. I hate the fact that most of us have now been accustomed to the growing “humor” of making fun of other people, or being so drastically mean just so we could make other people laugh. I hate the fact how most of us are so undisciplined, and still have the guts to fight for what we are claiming to be right, even though it’s obviously wrong.
You see I hate being a “Filipino” but I love being a Filipino.
I love being a Filipino. I love the Filipino spirit. I am proud to be included in a race that does not let anything overpower them, despite the worst case of earthquakes and typhoons, smiles will always be caught on camera and videos for all the world to see that the Filipino spirit can never be removed by natural disasters. I love that we are known as the most hospitable race, and how friendly we are with both Westerners and other Easterners. I love that we put our trust on the Lord, not only in the difficult times but the happy times as well. I love the fact that we put much weight on our faith before making minor and major decisions in our individual lives, our families, and our country. I love that our families are closely tied even when each member has their own family. I love how we lovingly take care of our parents even if they get too old (and not just leave them in a home for the aged). I love that we have bayanihan and we are always ready to help out others who need an extra hand. I love how we make extra efforts to build and rebuild places in our country especially after extreme devastation.
I love being a Filipino. I love the positive Filipino culture. I love the fact that because of interracial relationships, the Filipinos have distinct features due to these relationships, and the fact that Pinays are named as one of the races who have beautiful girls. I love the use of “po” and “opo”, the fact that there is no foreign word counterpart of these two words as a sign of respect in our conversations makes me love it more. I love the way we cook our food. I love the fact that in 7,107 islands, each town or city’s culture is so diverse that it makes us rich. I love the fact that we have to much to be proud of – tourist spots, individual achievements, new trends, etc. I love the fact that Filipinos are hardworking. I love the fact that we don’t let anything stop us from pursuing our dreams. I love the fact that we never lose hope easily, and the fact that no matter how cruel life has treated us, we still know how to be kind to others, because we know they are fighting a tough battle too. I love the reality that despite the negativity the world gives us, we find reasons to be optimistic, we find ways to make the most out of our situation.
I love being a Filipino. I love the fact that Filipinos are really talented. I love the fact that we have fellow Filipinos who are not only known locally, but internationally as well for their own respective crafts, whether it be in art, music, acting, theater, journalism, sports, education, etc. I love that there are programs in the country encourage the citizens to pursue their passion. I love the fact that we not only have beautiful people, but intelligent ones as well. I take pride in knowing that I belong to a race who values education so much.
This post may seem that the things I hate about being a “Filipino” may be more, but the fact is, I just can’t put into words the other things I exactly love about being a Filipino. There’s just too much!
For the past years I have been contemplating about my love-hate relationship with my nationality. But come to think of it, I realized the only things I hate about me are what makes me a “Filipino” than what makes me an actual Filipino. Notice the quotation marks, what I mean by being a “Filipino” are the negative traits that we are known for in and out of the country and the bad habits we’ve inherited because of our forefathers, and being a Filipino is what our true race-self is. Call me an idealist, or a hopeless nationalistic lady, but I still dream (and pray) of a better country. One where the people who can actually make a change will not just sit around and be complacent and let those who think they can do something (but in fact cannot do anything) run the country. You can hate on me for always choosing to see the positive in something even if it may seem impossible, but no matter how many times our fellow Filipinos have pushed me to lose faith not only in our country but the whole of humanity, I still have that flicker of hope that things will get better.
And I firmly believe that flicker of hope does wonders.