It’s the first of May and it’s crunch time for the Filipino politicians. In two weeks time, we get the chance to make or break our country again. I really do hope we have learned from our mistakes in the past and not succumb to the consequences of our silliness once more.
Here’s a wishful autobiography for us all this year.
1.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
2.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in. I can’t believe I’m in the same place, but it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It’s a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
5.
I walk down a different street.
By Portia Nelson, “There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk”
Here’s a wishful autobiography for us all this year.
1.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
2.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in. I can’t believe I’m in the same place, but it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It’s a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
5.
I walk down a different street.
By Portia Nelson, “There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk”
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