Purpose is what I am here for. What that is, that’s the question. I have grown to believe that I can do whatever I put my mind into but that hasn’t always been the case. All I have were ideals but I lack the technical know-how. I am a typical left-handed person who doesn’t use his left-brain to know how to work around deadlines. My right brain is so dominant that I know how to create in my mind actions and imagine the outcome but it lacks a little push on the left side to make my hands work and actually concretize such creation and outcome. I am filled with concepts, and abstractions. I can easily infer good insights from almost anything but I have a hard time making them real. “To learn and not to do is really not to learn. “ I have learned a lot. In my head, I know myself that I can apply them. My mind would wander entertaining tasks that I should be doing but my strength was mostly coming from my right brain and it’s hard to put my left-brain to work. I’m trying now. Despite my childhood, I have a pretty high self-esteem.
I was a sucker for praises and approval as a young child but I mostly got them from other people. That was why it would make me smile whenever my mom praised me and told me what a talented boy I was. I knew how to sing at an early age. At four years old, my mom put me onstage so she could win some gift pack during a socializing event and I was the last one dancing. The crowd loved me and they cheered for me and so my mom wasn’t disappointed that she got her gift pack. My teacher in nursery only taught me the alphabet once and I had memorized it. She also taught me how to count one to ten but I was able to count one to one hundred out of my own initiative to learn. She taught me how to sing a song once, and I got it right away. I thought that I was her favorite. She was my favorite too even if I didn’t know how to read then. I only got to spend two-days in nursery then my mom sent me to Cabanatuan. From nursery, they enrolled me straight to grade one. I was the only one who didn’t know how to read. But I was intelligent. My aunt only spent one afternoon teaching me how to read and I got it right away. I would then read all the komiks around the house that my lola bought for her to read in her spare time. My teacher in grade one only taught me once how to syllabicate Filipino words and I got it right away, too. I was never taught how to read English. My Tatay (grandfather, my mom’s side) asked me to read the heading on the cover of a comic book that said “Holiday” and I read it in Filipino, I said, “HO-LI-DA-AY” and he laughed at me and told me “HA-LI-DEY”. I realized that the English words were different from Filipino words and that they should be read differently as well. I then knew that I should be on the watch-out for English and Filipino words and be careful not to misread them. It was that simple. I learned English and it was my second language but I mastered it better than most people my age that time. My formative years were confusing for me though. I went back and forth to my grandparents’, my aunt’s, back to my parents’ house and the cycle just went on and on. Although I kept bouncing from one place to another, I knew that my parents’ house was where I should really be. But whenever I would stay at my parents’, they would always manage to hurt me and disappoint me and so I would wish I was with my aunt or grandparents instead. But when I was with my aunt or grandparents, I would miss my parents so I would want to go home and so again, the cycle goes on. I drifted from one place to another, no direction. No single place that I could call home but my imagination. I would create in my head my own world. This world changed from time to time whenever it helped alleviate the fear, the pain, I was experiencing each time. And so my world was never fixed. It was adapting to me instead of me adapting to it. For me it was real up to the point that I couldn’t distinguish anymore which was fantasy and which was real. My only distinguishing characteristic was if it felt bad, it was real and if it felt good and nice, it wasn’t real. True enough that when I was growing up, yes, I wanted to win approval from a lot of people. I was an approval-whore. I wanted to be the best in all my subjects (although, this didn’t happen always). Whenever I heard the other teachers told about how good other students were, I would want to fill that student’s shoe because I wanted the same approval. Suffice to say, subconsciously, I carried it in me until today. And I need to put it to stop.
Reconciling the pieces of myself was harder than I expected. I thought I was strong. I thought that I had no breaking point. I thought that I could make myself invincible. But I wasn’t any longer when suddenly my world stopped moving and I was forced to question the purpose of my existence - to question my place in this world. I just had to stop doing and question my way of living. At many points in my life, I thought that I had found what I wanted. First, when I worked for ABS-CBN. It was prestigious working there but not the payroll for sure. I wanted more money and so I resigned and got a job at a new company. I got more money but I was happier at ABS-CBN. I went back to ABS-CBN. Then I resigned again because I wanted more money. But I was happier with what I was doing at ABS-CBN, still. And so I resigned and went back to ABS. Guess what? I resigned again. I didn’t know why. I couldn’t remember why. I resigned to be in the theatre. So that was what I did for a while. I also taught workshops in a talent agency. Then I became a mad-scientist. I did that too, for a while with my theatre projects. I fell in-love with the theatre and I decided to take my MA in Theatre Arts at PNU but they required education units. I lasted taking education units for a semester and then I stopped since I told myself that I should just take it in UP where there wasn’t any prerequisite and there I went – I took a semester of MA in Theatre Arts in UP but I didn’t finish it. So far, the list of my life is just a long list of unfinished businesses. Until finally, I got involved with events people and they liked my work on a consultancy basis. So I pursued it. I was doing theatre, I was a mad-scientist, I was doing events too until I finally decided to work full-time for a company but then things got complicated (that’s another story), so I resigned. I formed my own company to compete with them. I was (still am too) a theatre actor, a mad-scientist, a workshop instructor and an entrepreneur. I loved being a theatre actor but it made me question my future with that kind of profession particularly if I wanted to help my family and be financially stable. I loved being a mad-scientist but I questioned the genuineness of the leadership in the organization. I liked being an entrepreneur. It might have given me headaches but I wanted to pursue it because of money but it wasn’t easy worrying about its capitalization. Until finally, I realized that there was only one constant in all of them that I never stopped loving – teaching. It led me to continuing my education units’ studies, which I just recently did and finished too. As a theatre actor, I got to teach my co-actors and give them advices regarding their technique. As a mad scientist, I got to teach students in different schools. As a workshop instructor, obviously, I got to teach again but this time with a wider range of age group – literally from three years old to sixty years old. As an entrepreneur, I got to teach my co-workers about how an event should be planned, organized, executed, and evaluated. Teaching and sharing what I know to people gave me a deep sense of satisfaction. The idea that people were listening to me made me feel that I somehow belonged. I was never really listened to inside my family. So I guess teaching was my one way of filling that void. People listened to me and I mattered.
Motives and desires are important to identify what you really want to do and why you really want to do it. Tracing back from my childhood to understand my psyche more helps me understand why I do things and why I make certain choices. It wouldn’t matter to some people really. Some people would just probably think that it’s psychobabble and that what would really matter is just to look and move forward. For me though, how do you really move forward without really knowing where you come from? Or what are you moving forward from? Some would say to just accept what ever it is right now and go with the flow. But then again, how would you accept something if you don’t know what it is? How do you go with the flow if you don’t know what your vessel is? Often times we are presented with gifts and we hope that when open that gift we’d like what’s inside it. But when we’ve opened it and found out that it wasn’t really what we expected, we get disappointed. But in time, we grow fonder of that gift and then we learn to like it. We learn to genuinely accept it despite its flaws. I think as humans, we try to shake off whatever flaws we have or what flaws others may perceive we have. We try to blend in and fit in to become that social image our society expects us to be. So in the process of trimming ourselves, or accessorizing ourselves with the demands of the society, we whittle away, or we become so patched up, we’re near to becoming somebody else, or worse, we hardly become recognizable even to ourselves.
Now in my quest of examining my motives and desires, I have found out that some of them weren’t properly founded on proper motives. I have desired all along the wrong things such as approval, and acceptance. I didn’t even know that it was what was driving me all along. I am just glad that it’s clearer to me now. It is clear to me that I didn’t have a center, an inner compass that would guide me properly. I found out that I jumped from one place to another without full awareness of why I jumped so. I, too, was in a hurry to be successful. As the youngest in the family and the foreseen breadwinner, there was a lot of pressure in my back and in my shoulders. I hurried to get to sail to another part of the ocean but I didn’t understand the sailor, much less the sail and the boat and I was lost. Not to mention, I forgot my compass and I just let the wind blew me in different directions.
But now, I’m sailing back home. And I know that in time, I’ll get there. I just need to find pieces of myself along the way back to become whole when I get there hoping that when I sail back again, I’m whole and I have His compass.