On Humanity


We’re Just Human

I see this “Anti-Discrimination Bill” being talked about ear­lier in the news here in the PI, I say cool. At the same time, ques­tion: “It’s 2012? Is this just another act of pol­i­tick­ing? Etc.”

I won­dered why this isn’t already inclu­sive; as part of the PI’s Bill of Rights (Arti­cle 3)? A quick research of the Philippine’s Con­sti­tu­tion (been a while since I’ve seen this as you may know), ain’t these enough com­mon sense to abide by?

  • Arti­cle 3, Sec­tion 1
  • Arti­cle 3, Sec­tion 5
  • Pre­am­ble, “under the rule of law and a regime of truth, jus­tice, free­dom, love, equal­ity, and peace…”

You would also think for a pop­u­la­tion that is dom­i­nantly Chris­t­ian (90%+), a reli­gion that holds “Love” as the great­est com­mand­ment (all reli­gions and belief sys­tems do), wouldn’t this be instilled from the start of one’s upbring­ing and social inter­ac­tions. But I guess, that’s just part of the struggle.

We live to be our best self one day at a time. We’re just human.

Meditation by Chief Tecumseh

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trou­ble no one about their reli­gion; respect oth­ers in their view, and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life. Per­fect your life. Beau­tify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and its pur­pose in the ser­vice of your peo­ple. Pre­pare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meet­ing or pass­ing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all peo­ple and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morn­ing give thanks for the food and for the joy of liv­ing. If you see no rea­son for giv­ing thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a lit­tle more time to live their lives over again in a dif­fer­ent way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Chief Tecum­seh (1768–1813), Shawnee Nation