Ripples of change

My friend recently commented that I seem to blog about everything. Admittedly, I know I kind of have this pathological need to put all my experiences and thoughts down. But it’s my catharsis. It’s my way of remembering my life – good or bad. If I don’t remember, how can I ever learn?

That being said, although it’s been more than 2 weeks, this entry is a tribute to my ASLA experience. I’m aware that the event is a bit outdated, but the experience itself is timeless and worth a lifetime.  Thus, it is blog worthy.

5 days. 45 leaders. Multiple ripples of change.

ASLA or the Ateneo Student Leaders Assembly is a 5 day leadership experience at Camp Explore Antipolo with no internet access, phone signal, or hot water. Wake up call is at 6am and the activities are jam packed throughout the day, ending as late as 12am or later. But despite these kinds of “conditions,” the beauty is that not one of us complained. No one had any reason to.

Honestly, it was nice to genuinely escape from the city that clutters your mind. It’s refreshing to be cleansed from Facebook, Twitter and text messaging and rely on good ol’ face-to-face conversation, hand games, cards and charades to keep us entertained instead.

Now, I’ve been to a couple of other leadership seminars before so the question I had before attending is: What makes ASLA so different from the rest? Forget that we got rained on constantly or got injured climbing a mountain. Forget that we were tired and hating extremely cold showers. Forget that we were pushed and pulled beyond our comfort zone not because we were forced to, but because we were challenged to.

The difference with ASLA is that we were not taught how to be a leader, but reminded why we should be one. Come day 6, the difference is that we’ll be different because after being completely honest about our shortcomings, we all made a personal commitment to be.

I can’t describe what exactly went down those 5 days because one, I’m not allowed to, and two, because it’s extremely difficult to. But as cheesy as it sounds, it was life changing. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this empowered not only by my own realizations but by the amazing people around me.

There have always been discussions about how the future is being shaped by the hands of our generation. With our free flowing access to information these days, there’s no excuse for ignorance. We are now all easily accountable for our deeds- whether good or bad.

Honestly, I never used to give the capabilities of our generation that much thought. I’m sure every generation thought they could make a difference. But after being with the ASLA community, now I truly believe that we, the youth, can help change the Philippines, one person at a time, each of whom are creating their own ripple of change.

The ASLA experience is different for everyone because as JQ, our moderator said, we each have our own journey and reason for being there. Personally, for years I’ve been rambling constantly about my lack of focus. But now I’ve learned that “When you’re looking for direction in life, listen to what your life has been telling you.” That’s when my calling suddenly became a lot clearer to me.

I can probably be successful in whatever profession I choose to pursue, but the one I’m choosing now is the one that can make the biggest difference – not only to myself but to others, including my country. Although it’s idealistic, that’s the kind of selflessness I’ve forgotten about. That’s the kind of selflessness that makes you realize just how self-centered we’ve been about our pursuits – mine included. That’s the kind of selflessness that puts the bigger picture into your perspective.

There’s no need to disclose the path I’ve chosen here but it is surely a rough one that promises a lot of growth. But my ASLA experience reminds me to completely trust myself. I don’t think I’ve ever fully have until now. That’s what you need not only to dream big, but to dare to live that dream and get through the rough patches that come in its way.

Why not? Kaya ko naman eh. And so can each and every one of us. That’s how ripples of change occur, one person at a time. Be the fire that kindles other fires.

Since we love quotable quotes and ASLA was full of them, here are a couple for you to ponder over. I don’t have my notes with me now so this is off the top of my head:

Challenge by choice.

Leaders facilitate, they do not dictate.

Masarap mahulog. Masarap mahulog sa kanya.

Love your calling with passion, it’s the meaning of your life.

Sometimes you have to jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.

You follow a leader not because of their technique, not because of the way they do things, but of how they see things.

A true mark of leadership is when you’re not needed anymore.

He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how.

The 3 most dangerous words in the dictionary is: I know that.

Never depend on someone needing you.

Sometimes, we must distort reality to bring out the truth.

You are exactly where you are meant to be.

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Gyud Times

Sembreak 2010, October 17-21. Cagayan De Oro

Last summer a small group of friends were sitting in the cafeteria wanting to do something awesome over the break. After much idle planning, finally we pushed through to Bacolod, which was one of the best trips I’ve ever had in my life.

Fast forward to now, sembreak 2010, and I have yet another fantastic trip to add: 5 days, a mix of friends and seemingly random strangers and acquaintances going on 1 adventure.

Who would’ve thought that one moment on a humid day in the Ateneo could grow into something like this? And take me to places like Bacolod, Cagayan De Oro, Camiguin doing things like white water rafting, zip lining and cliff diving?

All it takes is one, whether that’s as a small group or one person to initiate something potentially amazing. You never know where and with whom that one initiative can take you. As for me, I couldn’t imagine what my college life would’ve been without it.

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Paper towns

Honestly, I don’t know how to start this entry.

Finally, after spending more than half of my sembreak out of town, I have some time to stop moving around and to take a step back. It has been 3 days since I’ve come back from Antipolo for my 5 day leadership retreat/ seminar with ASLA.  And yet despite this I haven’t been able to sit down properly in front of my laptop and write. And the reason is because there’s simply too much to write about.

This sembreak has been interesting but not in the same way my past ones have been. It’s been so rich with the kind of experiences you don’t wake up with a hangover the next morning with. (Although, admittedly I’ve had a couple of those too).

It’s a different kind of throbbing and it’s coming from within. I can take as much aspirin or drink as much coffee as I want, but there’s nothing that’s ever going to take that away. Basically, I’m permanently hammered by the intoxication of my inner voice.

I’d like to share a quote from John Green’s “Paper Towns” to describe how I’ve been feeling for a long time. I just finished it recently and although I prefer his other book “Looking for Alaska,” his message is something that I can relate to a lot right now.

The something deeper and more secret. It’s like cracks inside of you. Like there are all these fault lines where things don’t meet up right.

These past couple of years have been filled with so much clutter, which explains why those fault lines haven’t been meeting up right.  It’s so easy to get caught up with things you think are important but are in actuality not.

I think I’ve always known where they didn’t and it bothered me that it didn’t, but I never genuinely understood the “why” enough to do something about it.

In my last entry I talked about crossing over which I’ve been slowly doing this past year. But now, this sembreak has given me that final push to have crossed over and it feels great.

I’ve left the paper towns lined with the flimsy-foldable houses that have cultivated that paper girl who deep inside I was always bothered with being- even just a little. Like the way Q needed to go all that way to discover what Margo, the enigma he was always in love with, was like when she wasn’t being Margo, I needed to go all this way to discover what Rica was like when she wasn’t being Rica.

More concrete descriptions about my sembreak in upcoming posts.

Attraversiamo

And if each and all be aware I sit content, I tramp a perpetual journey

Hello, I am still here – a darker, I hope only slightly over weight version of myself that is.

In the past couple of weeks so many chapters have been closing, the others beginning. So, my thoughts have been jumping all over the place, and so have I. From CDO to Tagaytay and now Antipolo of which I am leaving for in 10 minutes. But I’m ready to let go, move on & cross over.  More when I come back. Attraversiamo

Crossing over is filling that empty space between what used to be important and what really is.

Now, old thrills begin to feel like half-baked attempts to hold on to semblances of yourself in a different time. The familiarity is an automatic response of which you are trying to wake up from. – (Snippets of Rica’s mind, 1st week of sembreak)

Sembreak seeking

Three things that I need my sembreak to give me:

1. The beach – It’s been awhile since we last frolicked under your warm embrace. I miss being sunkissed by you.

2. Adventure as epic as this photo is.

3. Nights as intoxicatedly uninhibited as this.

Cagayan De Oro Circa Sembreak 2010, I need you to excite me. If you were anything like Bacolod Circa Summer 2010, I have a feeling that you will.

6 more days.