Discovering Dreams – The Essential Filipino

The Essential Filipino-Discovering Dreams Emailed to Recaps 

A British journalist breezed into Manila with an assignment to write about ‘the essential Filipino. He smiled confidently over his easy assignment relishing the free tour as complementary reward. For three days, he ran around searching.

He rejected the business district of Makati which reminded him of cold and calculating London. He went to historical places in Intramuros but saw only a glimpse of the past not the present. Next he tried the native cuisine at Market Market. Delicious yes, but nothing on the essential Filipino.

He was getting not only tired but also nervous that he has not found his ‘easy’ story yet. Time was running out, he had to go back in two days. He wasted the next day on inconsequential probes into malls, churches, monuments.

On his last day, he wrote his editor saying that no one can possibly write about the essential Filipino in so short time. He asked for an extension; he was expecting a week. The editor was kind but he was given only one lousy day extension.
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In desperation and panic, on his last day, he took a wild stab at market places. In Singalong, he sat on a curb too tired to think. Then he realized his mistake. He was looking for places not people. The thought hit him like a terrorist’s bomb. The essential Filipino was a person not a place. How stupid could he be, he thought.Sitting on the curb in exasperation, he began looking at faces that passed by he noticed a boy selling fish balls from a rolling cart.He had a torn shirt and was barefoot. What attracted him was not the fish balls. The boy gyrated like Michael Jackson unmindful of the noisy crowd around him. The journalist approached him noticing the earphones he wore. He instantly realized it was loud music that drowned the noise and transported the boy into his inner garden. The journalist had to scream in order to bring him back into the real world. The boy removed the earphones.JOURNALIST: ‘Hey, what are you doing?’BOY: ‘Fish-balls, sir, wanna buy?’

JOURNALIST: ‘Nice earphones, huh?’

THE BOY GIVES THE EARPHONES TO THE JOURNALIST, WHO PUTS THEM ON. HE INSTANTLY REMOVES IT, ALMOST FALLING FROM THE DEAFENING ROCK MUSIC. THE BOY SMILES AND PUTS THEM BACK ON.

JOURNALIST: ‘Hey, wait, we’re talking.’

THE BOY REMOVES THE EARPHONES AND HANDS HIM THE TINY MP3 PLAYER FROM HIS POCKET. THE JOURNALIST EXAMINES IT.

JOURNALIST: ‘Where did you get this? This is expensive, first-class mp3 player with first-class earphones. They don’t match your air-conditioned shirt..

HE FLICKS THE HOLE IN HIS SHIRT.

BOY: I saved income from selling fish balls for one whole year just to buy that. Nice huh?

JOURNALIST: ‘Why don’t you buy a new shirt and shoes?’

BOY: ‘No need. Not important. Waste of hard earned money. Clothes don’t make me happy, only music.’

JOURNALIST: ‘You kill yourself selling fish balls the whole day for a year just to buy those?’

BOY: ‘Why not? What would you buy? What is your dream? Me, this is my dream, but it is no longer a dream. It’s real now. I don’t need shirts and shoes, just a dream of dancing to music. What is your dream anyway?

AT FIRST, THE JOURNALIST IS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS BECAUSE HE REALLY HAS NO DREAM’ IN MIND, OR PERHAPS HIS DREAM IS TO FILE A STORY, THAT IS ALL, BUT THAT IS NOT REALLY A ‘DREAM’. A DREAM MUST BE SPIRITUAL AND FOREVER, AS IMPLIED IN THE BOY’S WORDS.

JOURNALIST: ‘I guess I have no dream. Or yes I have a dream but it is not a good dream.’

BOY: ‘Too bad. You must be very sad. Buy yourself an MP3’

JOURNALIST: ‘But that is not my dream.’

BOY: ‘So what is your real dream? There must be something you really, really like.’

JOURNALIST: ‘I have been working so hard to survive that I forget what I really, really like. My life is work, work, work.’

BOY: ‘But I also work, work, work. You must find your true dream and go for it.’

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and so the british journalist was beginning to discern the essential Filipino

He was amazed how in his dire poverty the boy rejected the very materialism that was gradually destroying affluent society. The essential Filipino was a free spirit who was poor and happy all at once!

Perhaps it came from his insular environment or from his distant past, his austronesian roots of nomads in tiny boats roaming the vast seas.

The journalist took out a notebook and started writing frantically. The boy peered into his writing, trying to read and said aloud ‘essential Filipino … free spirit, spiritual dreams … nomadic boat people …

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BOY: (Grabbing the notebook.) I know this is your dream. You just don’t know it. What you write here is your dream.

JOURNALIST: (Stunned at the boy’s perception.) I … I … I guess so.

BOY: It is not a guess. You know it. Once you know your dream, you must go for it, or else you will be very sad and soon you will die because you know you have no more reason to live for. You must go for a dream or die. You cannot live just to live, can you?

JOURNALIST: Guess not. Thank you for telling me my dream.

ALMOST IN TEARS, THE JOURNALIST HUGS THE BOY AND GIVES HIM A HUNDRED PESO BILL. THE BOY IS STUNNED.

BOY: What for?

JOURNALIST: Because you help me find my dream that was right in front of my nose all this while.

BOY: Yes, you cannot see things that are too near. You have to move back to see.

JOURNALIST: Go, buy yourself more music.

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It took thirty minutes for the journalist to write his story at his hotel.  In ten electronic milliseconds
the story was at the editor’s desk.

The editor replied ‘this is the best story yet for a long time.  Our staff writers write about absurd things.
What you wrote is an important wisdom for the affluent world from the impoverished world. Stay there for a month and write me more’

The journalist had a field day. His dream, like the boy, was now a reality. He would hang around with street vendors, later, he moved to the countryside and wrote about the wisdom of farmers and fishermen.

He immersed himself in the essential Filipino. Poor, happy, equipped with a different kind of wisdom

unknown in the affluent world, and wrote a book a best seller entitled ‘Discovering Dreams’

It was a poor little rich boy selling sticks of fish balls for six US cents each which ignited his soul.

The essential Filipino whose ancient wisdom was hard to find in civilized places he knew – eastwind  where goodness abounds, there also is evil lurking to sow confusion and hatred .

Where evil abounds there also is virtue lurking, to sow harmony and peace. The tension between good and evil is everywhere.

We perpetrate one or the other.  The destiny of the world is up to each of us.

Mahatma Gandhi’s principle of non-violence revolves around the concept that –peace is a more powerful weapon than war,  a smile is more powerful than a sneer, a whisper is louder than a scream,
the calm is in the eye of the storm nd total darkness recedes when a single candlelight glows

We pedestal great men, creating semi-gods like Michael Jackson and John Lennon not knowing the fame and fortune we would give, would devour their spirits and consume them totally.

Qf what use is the tall pedestal men tell us to scale, when we would grow into giants and fall with a resounding crash.

Better to be a happy unknown ant than a sad noted giant.  There is virtue in anonymity and folly in popularity

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This story resonated with me because it reminds me of the adventures of this past summer in particular and the past 4 years overall.
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4 years ago I wrote my dream down – Wow what a ride it has been so far!
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When you have a dream and take action, you are involved, invigorated, invested and interesting.
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Great accomplishments and great happiness has occurred for so many, because they have dared to follow their dreams.
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Many times following dreams may not create great wealth but it can create
a life lived with passion and purpose.
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Take 5 minutes a day to focus on figuring out what your dreams is. Write it down, take baby steps. The passion and purpose that results will help you participate in the experience of living life instead of wishing you had one.
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Your dream does not have to be big it just has to be yours!
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As yet, I am not rolling in the dough but I sure have had some amazing experiences.
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My dream is to make my living by helping others improve their life experience. I bring tried and true choices that will improve health, wellness and happiness.
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My bills are paid each month. My Christmas shopping is almost done and I have found awesome gifts that will truly be enjoyed. My cupboards, except for perishables will sustain me and my family until our organic garden comes in next year.
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I have traveled to Nashville, Houston, Salt lake City, Sunshine, Calgary and the Rocky Mountains this summer and I am  being taken to the Dominican Republic late January by my sister. I have helped more than 5 people rid themselves of long-term life destroying health issues in the past year – these people had tried everything. I have also educated many more people on simple choices, if used, will improve their daily lives.
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I am so fortunate because I have a dream. Following my dream has led me to experience life very fully, while helping others experience a better life.
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So please, take time to dream………….you have no idea who you will meet or where you will go. The journey is not always stress free, but when you approach it with an open mind amazing things can and do happen.  Make sure to embrace the road bumps and detours, that is when the true adventure occurs.
Don’t worry about what is in your wallet, allow the universe to work through you and your dream, there will be enough.
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Dare to Dream and  Dare to Do something about
Your Dream.
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Your dream may not come true the way you expect but the journey is sure a lot of fun and never boring.

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