5 Ws, 1 H

Ilia Uy is a Communication Arts graduate from University of the Philippines, Los Baños, and is now working in the Public Relations industry. Still currently frustrated by her present inability to write fiction.

I’ve been in a long blogging hiatus not just here in Words but also in my personal blogs. I felt I didn’t have anything to say or anything of value to share so why write at all? I’d forgotten one of the most important functions of writing: asking questions. When I first started writing, that had been my primary motivation — to make sense of life — and somewhere along the way, I turned into a grown-up who thought she had to know all before putting pen to paper, or in this case, finger to keypad.

2009 has been a rather horrible year for the Philippines. Storms, massacres, death of a rare good person. Someone, something — most probably myself — put this weighty pressure on me to have a stand, to have an opinion about everything happening all around me. But in truth, I don’t really understand anything. And that hurts. It makes you feel useless, it makes words (whether read or written) meaningless. When there are no answers in sight, I turn to resignation. It will always be like this.

But I was reminded yesterday that it’s okay if you don’t know, if you don’t have any answers and all you have are truckload of questions. I was at Shaw MRT Station for Rock the Riles 09, annually held by RockEd Philippines to commemorate Human Rights Day. This year, in particular,  was dedicated to the 57 victims of the Maguindanao massacre. I admit, I was in it for the music. I mean, I get enough analysis and observations to blow my brain from following certain people on Twitter. (That’s a good thing, by the way.) I needed a break.

It was Gang Badoy of RockEd Philippines who, with her words, reminded me that asking questions is not a crime. And that there were many of us who are confused, lost, and don’t know what to feel in these shaky times. She doesn’t know me and I don’t know her but words, even words from a stranger, have power. How apt, of course, that words have saved me from my self-imposed need to have all the answers.

I want to ask why is this happening, how can such inhumanity exist, when is change going to come, what will it take for Filipinos to collectively and loudly say “Enough,” and where will all this end. I ask questions now, holding tight to some small hope that someday answers will come. I think by asking questions — and asking them persistently — that somehow I can play a part in not just writing my stories, but writing our story as Filipinos. I don’t have any answers right now but you can join me in asking until we get some.

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  1. And we’re… back in the game! 😀


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