Random Blabbings

No One Knows

I’m a fan of motivational quotes, or just anything inspiring and motivational. Kung hindi pa halata sa last blab ko. With that established fact, tambay ako sa TED-talks or pages/accounts of anything inspiring.

I once read something along the lines of “we all have the same 24 hours.” Essentially, it means that you have the time that all other successful people have. It’s written to somehow motivate you. To make you act and take action of your life. It’s very similar to the words, “the fact that you’re not where you wanted to be should be enough motivation.”

Motivational, ‘no?

I write. Just about anything. Like this. It’s not a secret in my family and people around me, but not recognized as well. I mean, this can’t be a stable form of income so dedicating my time and resources over something like writing is mostly seen as a waste. Which is, in my opinion, weird, because as what this quarantine and pandemic taught most of us is any form of art saves us in ways science could not. I would like you to go and imagine how would you have fared if you’ve been in a quarantine with nothing but another person to accompany your thoughts. Please, imagine.

You’ll survive, right? You’ll survive for days, but probably not months.

Simply because it’ll be harder. It’ll be harder to survive without the songs, the movies, the stories, the visuals. We tremendously consume all forms of art, I find it ridiculous that any is art-related work can’t become a stable form of income. But, as I watch myself switch in between bursts of creativity and burst of nothingness, I realized that maybe this is also artists’ form of self-preservation. In a way that anything you have to do great and wonderful in order to sell is a huge burden to the creative flow of your mind.

Absurd as it may, but maybe art is art because it is not planned, forced, organized and most importantly, it is free.

Yes, we bought art (book, movies, paintings, sculptures, etc.) but the artist’s name remains. There are instances that we bought something just because we trust the artist.

So, see I write. And in a world where I am in, copyright is a right. The stories, blabs and all that are like my children. They are mine, like how parents could proudly say that their child is theirs despite the flaws.

These are mine, despite the flaws.

And it’s a bit disarming if not appalling to be asked to write for someone else. To put their name in my name’s place in exchange for a couple of bills. The exchange may be fair and rational, but it feels like giving up your child in exchange for money. It’s just…disgusting.

I am essentially giving up my right to my child and people out there will see it as someone else’s.

Pero kailangan, ‘no?

Because we don’t have the same 24 hours. There are people who have more, with people like me to do the trivial things for them.

And no, it’s not motivational. It’s spiteful.