In place of the usual letter I am doing again a sharing of an experience very apt for the month of graduation.
When I graduated from college, my friends found it very strange not to see my parents overly animated on the stage or would vocally express their affection towards me by kissing or hugging just like what was widely happening during that event. So in a flood of people hugging and kissing and tirelessly having their pictures taken, there I was with my family patiently waiting for the ceremonies. Some of my friends remarked about this asking if I do have a falling away with my family or even exaggerating saying that I actually did not want them to be around. What made the mark among the comments was the one pointing out the possibility of how ungrateful I was of my family.
I might be sharing same experience with those people coming from a cultural background where affection is expressed at a different degree far shy from what is usually seen here at the lowlands. Way back where I came from, you will feel the pride and affection of the parents and siblings not through the hugs and kisses but by their stories to the everyone of their child/sibling who made it through college. For people from an obscure barangay like me, it is really an achievement to move out of the comfort of the region and finish college. So merely hearing them share it proudly to other people takes the place of a million hugs or a thousand kisses.
Some would expect that I should have acted like the others since I am a donkey in the world of horses and I tell you I did. But it felt awkward and empty. What then is the purpose of showing these pseudo-affection aimed at glorifying gratitude if it is not actually heart felt? Then, now and forever I will stick with who I am. For gratitude I believe is not how the people around you see it but on how the person object of it feels it.
When I graduated from college, my friends found it very strange not to see my parents overly animated on the stage or would vocally express their affection towards me by kissing or hugging just like what was widely happening during that event. So in a flood of people hugging and kissing and tirelessly having their pictures taken, there I was with my family patiently waiting for the ceremonies. Some of my friends remarked about this asking if I do have a falling away with my family or even exaggerating saying that I actually did not want them to be around. What made the mark among the comments was the one pointing out the possibility of how ungrateful I was of my family.
I might be sharing same experience with those people coming from a cultural background where affection is expressed at a different degree far shy from what is usually seen here at the lowlands. Way back where I came from, you will feel the pride and affection of the parents and siblings not through the hugs and kisses but by their stories to the everyone of their child/sibling who made it through college. For people from an obscure barangay like me, it is really an achievement to move out of the comfort of the region and finish college. So merely hearing them share it proudly to other people takes the place of a million hugs or a thousand kisses.
Some would expect that I should have acted like the others since I am a donkey in the world of horses and I tell you I did. But it felt awkward and empty. What then is the purpose of showing these pseudo-affection aimed at glorifying gratitude if it is not actually heart felt? Then, now and forever I will stick with who I am. For gratitude I believe is not how the people around you see it but on how the person object of it feels it.