On Thought, and Action


*Disclaimer: I won’t be editing this piece that much, so I apologize if my thoughts are underdeveloped, unpolished, pretentious, or even outright stupid. Feel free to dispute or argue against anything I say in this piece, because at this point I can’t sleep and I feel like rambling on about whatever it is that’s currently on my mind. In the spirit of the development of ideas and the noble pursuit of truth, commentary is welcome.

12:00 am thought bubble:

“Thoughts matter not if not put to action.”

Academic ivory towers churn out ideas on a daily, hourly basis. At times these thoughts create only more thoughts without influencing how we go about our existences, and how we relate to other people, or how we go about our lives in this common plane of existence. These are hollow and must be reevaluated accordingly, with these revisitations catering more to praxis rather than pointless theory. Words left unspoken have their effect, but only to those who prevent them from giving life to conversations. Those who withhold words have a tendency to create discursive environments that are not in line with how they believe the environment should be shaped, mostly by virtue of the lack of communication. This further influences what they think, which further shapes the discourse, whether it be for better or for worse (usually for worse).

However, is there really such a thing as thought which does not coerce, oblige, or even slightly influence our decisions? Is thought in itself devoid of action? Is thought itself worthy of being called an “action”? Is there such a thing as a totally detached, floating ivory tower, then, one that is fully divorced from reality?

I would like to think not, and that any idea spurs some sort of response, whether it be from one’s own self or from someone else. This response fuels the exchange of ideas, scrutinizing seemingly misplaced ideas and furthering the development of good ones. Thought begets action, and similarly, action begets thought. The play at work between thought and action makes possible the very dynamic functioning of our lives, allowing us to act upon ideas and think of new things based on previous doings. I do not believe that either is servile to the other, in that thought must be at the service of action, or that action must be because ideas demand it, but rather that both of them are necessarily constitutive of our existences. Phenomenologically speaking, thoughts and actions are necessarily there, and are mutually causative of each other, neither being clearly dominant to the other.

Where does the problem of the ivory tower lie, then? It must then be in our disposition towards ideas and actions, both in our reception and our generation of new thoughts, processes, and systems. An unwillingness or inability to be transformed or at least be engaged in discourse with ideas and actions prevents people from recognizing that ideas already do incite action, and are never just ideas for the sake of ideas. This very unwillingness or inability is a response in itself to the ideas, and in turns shapes further ideas. There is a thought-action dynamic that affects our very existences, and an engaging disposition to this dynamic may allow for the co-governance of our existences.

I make music. I think.


(This is the latest song that I’ve made, listen to it if you have time. It’s a really chill track, and I hope you find it to be chill. You can find the rest of my uploaded songs on that SoundCloud account.)

I’ve had Ableton Live on my laptop for a while now (a little over a year if I remember correctly), but I’ve only started taking it seriously for the past few months. It all properly started one late afternoon while I was in a relative’s condo near the Mall of Asia with my mom and our maid, waiting for my aunt and cousin to arrive. It was the weekend, and we were planning to throw a little surprise birthday celebration for my other cousin, who was in MOA going to a music festival or something (it was Jacko Wacko, I think?).

Anyway, we’ve been holed up in this condo since the morning, and I was bored. We still had until around midnight because the music festival ended at around that time, so I had a lot of free time to myself. The internet connection there was horrible, but I had my laptop with me because I had a paper due that next Monday and I’d barely started on it. I was feeling lazy because it was a long day, and by the time it was 5pm I already had two pages written, so I thought I’d watch a movie. After that was done (I watched Predestination which is AMAZING by the way), I was still bored, with no stable internet connection so I couldn’t browse Reddit or Facebook properly. I also didn’t want to watch another movie or do my paper.

Out of my boredom, I decided to open up Ableton Live 9. Prior to this I’ve had multiple attempts at making tracks, but all of those were terrible. I took a crack at making a drum beat that wasn’t bad, and voila, a few hours later I had an inkling of a track with a rhythm section that did not totally suck. I kept on working on it, and after a few weeks, I had a “complete” song on my hands. Great!

Soon after finishing that, I had some friends listen to my song, and to my surprise, they actually liked it. One of my friends told me that this track had vibes that were similar to CRWN, who was and still is one of my favorite producers. This made me really motivated to pursue this, so I did my research on Ableton Live – the technicalities, how to manipulate sound, effects, arrangement, sampling music – all of those, and to this day I’m still learning.

I’ve still got a long way to go, but I’d like to think that I’m on the right track. My friend and I are regularly collaborating, and we’re planning to release an EP soon (tentative titles are “Run QMC” or “The HamKok Project”). I try to put in some time every day to make music, and I’m currently working on this EP which to be frank, I don’t quite understand. It’s something like “ambientcore” according to my friend who’s heard one of the songs which I plan to re-release as part of it, but judging from the rest of the EP, I don’t think that’ll be sufficient. Then again, I still believe that genre isn’t as important as the music itself, so whatevs.

So yeah. Check out my stuff if you’re interested, and thank you for reading this. You’re great for staying this long.

A slightly edited memo.


I remember writing this a few months ago while drinking with my ninong at this nice bar in Lagro, Route 21. I highly recommend that place because they have decent sisig and a live band that does old-school covers.

For some reason I felt really lonely that night, and as I didn’t really want to sing (they allowed eager customers to jam along with them), I decided to write this in my phone. This poem was only edited when I started typing it for this post, and even then I didn’t change it a lot, so this version will be very close to how I wrote it while tipsy (minus the typos, of course).

A slightly edited memo.
By Koko Quilatan

I miss feeling remotely human, like
An ignorant little idiot standing
To the rest of the world, suspended
In naivete
That would make a straight A schoolgirl
Put in detention blush.

I miss the feeling of being stupid
And not giving two
Rat’s asses about what happened to Korea
Or about what the word “pretentious” meant
And why it was so important to know what it meant,
Especially in the presence of smart acquaintances.
I mean people.

I was told once that being an artist meant
Baring your soul to the rest of the world
And slashing up your heart,
And letting
And perspiration flow freely
The pores of your skin.
I only found out recently that you could
Do nothing, absolutely nothing
And it would be considered art.
What would that mean, then, for the rest of us
Meager underlings
To those known as that upper caste system known as
It meant pissing on the walls of your own home,
And I’m not talking about the bathroom either,
I’m talking
Spraying the sides of your so-called postmodern minimalist living room
Complete with wallpaper that came from a Papemelroti store.

I once told a man of my age that he was getting pretty old.
He told me that I was insane for taking to someone of my own age,
Of my own social stature and achievement,
For giving him advice.
My superego interrupted me in the midst of my speech,
And told me
I was being stupid
For handing out advice to a
In the mirror.

I once joined a rap music collective and we called ourselves
Like Rizal and Luna and all those cowards-slash-geniuses
Who left this hellhole.
It was like escaping the
Local scene, and it was pretty fun.
We performed at a Christmas party
Where one of us made
The best non-“yo momma” joke of all time.

I took a piss a few seconds after having seen a janitor fish
And a Manny Pacquiao poster
On the way to the restroom.
A room of rest would be nice, and I don’t mean a room to pee in.
I want an actual
Room where to rest.
I want to wake up tomorrow to happiness.

I feel tired of talking in the first person,
But will make to inkling of an attempt to correct my grammaer and sslpegin.
I talk to the ghost of
Hitler’s mustache and it feels bad
After all those years,
So it’s trying to make it up to everyone else through this
Deeply convoluted
Metaphor about
Nothing in

I watched an episode of
Shingeki no Kyojin
Earlier, and I felt disappointed.
I expected more death and destruction
From a series where people are killed with
Gigantic, hyperbolic, clown-faced versions of themsel–
Oh wait no I was watching Japanese cartoons,
(It’s called anime, plebeian.)
How could I not know that?

I realized that you can’t make lemonade from life’s lemons
Because they don’t exist growupandgetarealjob

I experienced a lot of weird responses to me telling people
That I’m a philosophy major,
Ranging from
“Oh, interesting,” to
“Wow what’s it like?” to
“Oh so you’ll be going to law school.” to
“Wow what’s it like facing unemployment?” to
“Oh wow nothing has any meaning, how are you still

I’m in a beerhouse, a house of beer
And that’s not as amazing as you think it is because of all those solicitors.
Believe me, you’d enjoy your cheap beer a lot more
If drinking it didn’t involve a guy with very dirtily-dyed blonde hair
And oversized clothes
Trying to get money from you
And asking your uncle for money.

I got a bit taller recently, I don’t know
If it’s true of it everyone just got shorter because
I can still pee in a urinal from five feet away in the morning after
I wake up.

I remember that I got drunk
For the first time
At my friend’s eighteenth birthday party
And it involved filling up
Two bags of donuts with vomit
And it was really gross.

I’m currently hearing a cover band that doesn’t suck.
The only problem is that they only cover
Easy songs.
I like them a lot though.

I heard the song
“You’re so vain”
And I thought it was about me.

I thought of the phrase
“Different vibes”
And instantly saw a piece of graffiti that said,

Woohoo New Year’s Post.


Significant ang New Year hindi lang dahil sa paglipas ng oras, kung hindi pati na rin sa pagkakataon na dala nito. Salamat sa lahat ng naging parte ng 2014 ko. Hindi magiging worth it ang nakaraang taon kung hindi dahil sa inyong lahat.

Kay Mommy, Ate, at sa iba pang miyembro ng pamilya a.k.a. Team Consul, salamat kasi naging home ang house na ito dahil sa inyo. Salamat rin sa walang-sawang suporta, pag-intindi, at pagmamahal. Mahal ko kayo, swear, kahit na ang labo ko minsan.

Sa mga kaibigan ko galing sa high school, salamat sa pananatili, at sa patuloy na pagbuo ng mga memories. Kahit na hindi ko na kayo ganun kadalas makita, alam niyong importante kayo sa akin.

Sa mga kaibigan ko sa college, kasama na siyempre ang Block J, mga kaklase, at ang iba’t ibang mga tao mula sa iba’t ibang orgs, salamat sa pagiging mga tahanan ko sa Ateneo.

At sa iyo, Lord, salamat sa mga leksyong natutunan, sa mga pagbabago, at sa mga pagkakataong binigay, binibigay, at ibibigay Mo sa akin. Salamat.

Happy New Year everyone. Rak na talaga itu.

Thoughts on Nolan’s Interstellar


Warning: Some – no, a lot of spoilers ahead. I can’t not talk about it because it really is a great movie, and I suggest that you watch it while it’s still being screened in cinemas. I can feel that the experience in the theater would be vastly different from watching it on Blu-Ray or on a laptop.

I recently watched Interstellar, and I’m happy to say that it did not disappoint. The visuals were amazing, the writing (save for a few plotholes) was on point, and the acting was well done. My favorite performance in the film was Matthew McConaughey’s Cooper, which highlighted the conflict between wanting to save mankind and wanting to stay on Earth and take care of his loved ones. It was evident in the film that his heart got in the way of the mission that he was supposed to accomplish, and this led to very interesting developments in the film’s plot.

However, I especially loved how Interstellar brought up some huge questions regarding life, death, the human drive for survival, and of course, love. Needless to say, the questions I had in mind while the credits were rolling as I was leaving the cinema (that’s right, I don’t watch until the end of the credits because I suck like that) were philosophical in nature, and for a while, walking around Greenhills Shopping Center and waiting for my sister’s iPad to be repaired, my mind lingered upon these questions.

What is more important, the needs of the many or the needs of the few? Is it alright to sacrifice millions of people in order for humanity to survive? Interstellar touched upon this very intelligently, and it proved to give rise to some amazing character development, especially in the characters of Professor Brand and Dr. Mann. They both believed that Earth was a lost cause, and that the only hope for mankind was the Lazarus Mission. While millions of people would perish on Earth, it would have to be a necessary sacrifice in order to ensure that the human race would carry on.

Professor Brand had to keep this belief a secret from the rest of the world, including his own daughter, Amelia, and especially Cooper, who he knew would not go on the mission unless it gave his loved ones a chance at survival. He died without telling it to anyone except Murphy, Cooper’s daughter, who in turn transmitted the information to Cooper’s team. Brand was willing to sacrifice his very own humanity, along with the millions of lives that would be lost on Earth, in order to make sure that human life would carry on. Brand, who was made to be seen as the typical elderly mentor-type character, who pushed Cooper to go on with the mission in order to save mankind, and later on even trained Murphy to become a top scientist at NASA, lost all hope in the rest of humanity, and accepted the fact that there was no chance for them to survive. However, this final act of confessing to Murphy could be seen as his redemption of sorts, and it could be seen that in the end, he still had the hope that the people left on Earth would be able to survive. Until the end, he kept on reciting Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”, telling of survival, and of hope of a new life for mankind. Even if he initially believed that sacrificing a select population was necessary for the good of all, even if that population was composed of millions of innocent people, it may be seen that in the end he kept the faith and kept on telling mankind to rage against the dying light.

Meanwhile, Dr. Mann was previously considered as one of the best and bravest scientists of NASA and even the world, with Amelia regarding him as a hero when she said that they wouldn’t be doing their mission, and they wouldn’t have gotten that far if it weren’t for him. As it turns out, Mann also believed that the people left on Earth were doomed, and that the objective to find a new planet to call home was more important than saving the rest of humanity. Upon discovering that the planet he resided in was uninhabitable and finding out that Cooper had plans to go back to Earth, he tried to murder him to ensure that they would still be able to find a life-supporting planet, and afterwards tried to take control of their ship, the Endurance, and caused part of it to explode in the process. It would seem that this previously brilliant, heroic man had been corrupted not only by the time he had spent in solitude, but also by the lack of faith that he had in the mission itself. It would seem that he had gone mad, and had decided to give up on saving the rest of mankind, deeming them hopeless causes, but it may also appear to be rational thinking that led him to make those decisions. He perceived a threat in Cooper’s desire to go back to his family, and he tried to eliminate it. He only wanted what was good for the whole of mankind, what was good in the long run, and what he considered to be the greater good, and from his point of view, he may have had to get his hands dirty in the process.

These situations pose the question of what can be considered to be the greater good, and as per usual with philosophy, there is no concrete, absolute answer. There will always be too many factors affecting what is right, and what is good, and what should be, and it may not always be what everyone wants. Humans are as individual as they are communal, and that individuality affects our notions about the world, our environment, other people, and even ourselves. Your moral code may not always be the same as mine, maybe because of the different things we went through.

Cooper probably had the faith that he would be able to help save the people on Earth because he had tangible things to fight for, like his children, and his drive to save them, his selfless acts of love for them, were what led him to keep this belief in the salvation of all of mankind, including those left on Earth. In the same way, Mann’s perception of the people left on Earth may have changed, be it from his solitary stay on a galaxy far away from them, or from some other factor that the film did not touch upon. This perception, this belief that there was no hope for the abandoned humans on Earth, led him to take the actions that he did, to take all measures necessary to ensure that they would be able to survive as a species, and unfortunately, eventually led him to his demise.

Why does man feel the need and drive to survive? The entirety of Interstellar is based upon the premise that Earth has become uninhabitable, and man must search for a new home in order to carry on its existence. The whole expedition to another galaxy in search of an inhabitable planet was for the survival of the human race. But was all this even necessary?  We are but tiny, tiny humans living on a tiny, tiny “pale, blue dot” among the multitude of speckles in the galaxy, which may then be a tiny speck among a multitude of other galaxies, the cluster of which may then be another tiny speck among a seemingly infinite blanket known as the universe. What lead us to embark on a journey to the final frontier, to the grandiose vastness of space? What called us to go beyond the limits of our home, the Earth, and go on voyages to worlds besides our own?

Interstellar sums the answer up very simply. The human race needs to leave Earth because of food shortage and harsh living conditions. Resources are low in supply, and time is running out for so many people. The Lazarus Missions, along with Cooper and the rest of the team, aimed to find a new home for man, and these people braved the terrifyingly infinite nature of the universe in the hope (against all hope) that they would be able to discover a chance at survival. Futile as it seem, they “succeeded”, but not without losses, and seeing as the people abandoned on Earth were able to survive on their own (not without the help of Cooper, of course, through some very confusing yet beautiful transcendental space-time manipulation), it would seem that the expedition was, to some extent, a failure. However, with Amelia’s (who was the only person in the expedition crew who “survived”) eventually discovery of the planet that human beings could call home, it would be revealed that this expedition was still successful in achieving, as it was said, Plan B.

But would all of that have been necessary? What if what was meant for man was to succumb to its tragic fate, which was to eventually die out? What if this demise was inevitable, and the expedition that was carried out only contributed to the suffering that people experienced? Eventually a man would have to come to terms with his very own death. It is inevitable. But what if the same happened for all of mankind? The death of humanity itself would not be the same as any massacre, or genocide, or epidemic, as it will deal with the elimination of not just a specific sample of the population, but of the whole population itself. Wiping out the existence of mankind, something that we very much like to think we own, and something that we very much like to think of as constant and permanent, is different from any sort of death because it will not just be the death of any one. It will be the death of culture, of government, of language, of morals, of knowledge. The demise of humankind will be the demise of humanity itself. Does this justify, then, our primal drive for survival?

We’ve been surviving for as long as we’ve existed as a species. We adapted to changing environments, eliminated predators, caught prey, and eventually learned how to cultivate lands. With our expanding knowledge, we created structures, and with those structures, we began to shape our very own environment, the very Earth that we live in. Our very own intelligence, the greatest ability we utilize in order to survive, has been the tool to our progress. While it has divided us, it has also brought us together as people. So would the launch of an expedition to go beyond our dying planet be something that wasn’t meant to happen? It could simply be seen as us human beings doing what we’ve been doing ever since: Surviving. What could be so wrong with that?

Ultimately, it is still up to us to decide what to do with our intellect, and it is still up to us to decide to do what we can do. There will be things beyond our finite, human control, like death, calamities, the confines of time and space, but we can still take over what little control we have. We can still take steps that inevitably affect everything around us. We can choose to perish, we can choose to try and survive, or we can even choose to not choose at all. In fact, we can choose to believe in choices, or choose to believe that we cannot choose at all. In Interstellar, the people of Earth chose to take a chance at survival, and it happened to be a choice well made.

Why is love so important? Cliche as it was, Interstellar explored a key theme that has intrigued and inspired us human beings for as long as we can remember: Love. Does it exist, or is it merely a social construct designed to motivate or encourage us? Is it our way of adapting, of extending our instincts of survival not only to ourselves, but to other people? It is, after all, easier for man to survive in groups rather than alone. Is this thing that we call love something that merely serves a function, and nothing more? Different social, physiological, and psychological factors may be able to explain how love exists, and what it does for us.

But that isn’t what Interstellar meant when it touched upon love, and frankly, it isn’t really what I fully believe when it comes to this  widely-discussed topic. Interstellar explored the concept of transcendental love, love that exceeds all boundaries, love that goes beyond the confines of space, time, and whatever may be greater than that.

Cooper loved his family so much that he was willing to be sucked into a black hole for them, even if it meant his very own demise. His love continued to drive him to cross into this transcendental dimension where he was given a chance to manipulate the very fabric of space, and made him able to traverse the limitations of time (it got really really confusing towards the end, but nonetheless that scene was pretty cool) by giving signals to Murphy through gravity.

In this case, love was shown to be able to exceed even the most permanent, stoic of boundaries. In its unconditional, infinite, and pure nature, love is able to be transcendental and go beyond what would normally limit other forces. Cooper was able to transcend the very confines of his finitude as a farmer on a dying Earth, as an astronaut seeking to save the human race, and perhaps most importantly to him, as a father trying to be with his children again. His love drove him to take the steps necessary, even if they seemed to be impossible, suicidal, and ultimately futile, but in the end, love prevailed. Love drives us to do the unthinkable, even if it meant letting yourself get sucked into a black hole with no chance of escape. It is that aspect of our human spirit that enables us human beings to be greater than what we are, and to possibly change the things around us in ways we cannot comprehend. Like what Cooper said, it’s not something you can quantify or measure empirically, because as cheesy as it may seem, love achieved the impossible because its something that was greater than all of us.

There are so many more thoughts that I have on Interstellar, but I can’t collect them all as of now, like prioritizing one’s duty to a greater cause over what one’s heart is saying. Another thought would be how we are even able to comprehend something as vast as the universe, and if that means that there is something greater, bigger, and more powerful than the universe or if it just means that we haven’t even comprehended the universe itself enough. Unfortunately, I do not have the time (for now) to address and ponder upon these questions, so I’ll save them for another time.

Please do try to watch Interstellar. It’s an amazing film, a wonderful work of art by Christopher Nolan. It did have its weaknesses, but personally, its visuals and the thoughts it invoked in me made up for it tenfold. Thought-provoking, wonder-inducing, insightful, and simply majestic in its portrayal of the universe, Interstellar is like the first breath of fresh air after ages of floating around in the endless depths of space.

This does not make sense, but I guess I’m fine with that.



Today I passed one of the most important papers of my sophomore year. It seems a bit shallow, or superficial, or irrelevant in comparison to all of the papers I’ve had or will ever have in the future, even more so if you consider the fact that this is just a paper. It is not, and never will be, an accurate representation of my collective thoughts, musings, and more importantly, who I am as a person. However, I’m not writing this to talk about my paper. I’m not writing this blog post to further elaborate on how we shouldn’t reduce our lives to absurdity in the face of our inevitable deaths, much less from the perspectives of Socrates and Josef Pieper. No, I’ve done enough of that for the semester.

(Okay, maybe not enough. I still have an oral defense on Tuesday, but I can care about that when I’ve reached the end of this in-between.)

I discovered something in writing essays, reviewing for tests, poring over books on death and philosophy, doing org work, serving in the student government, listening to people greater than I was, and engaging in (usually) fruitful discourse, something that I often overlooked while I was doing these things. I discovered that this seemingly jam-packed schedule of mine was not as full as I perceived it to be sometimes. There are days when I feel like this one paper is as heavy as the weight of the world. I’ve never stopped to consider that I was doing it all for a reason.

I was never confident in my ability to rise up to the challenges that came my way, mainly because I can be a sappy, insecure piece of crap who folds into himself almost every time I get pressured. I’d be anxious almost all the time whenever a deadline loomed above my head. I’d be anxious that I hadn’t done something right, or hadn’t started on something that I felt I should’ve started with. I’d feel anxious whenever a family member or a friend acted even slightly differently from usual because I’d think that I had done something to offend them or hurt them or that they just thought I was being an idiotic jerk. It’s true, though. If there’s one thing I don’t want to be, it’s an idiotic jerk. I guess that somehow helped in my becoming one. Kind of. At least in my perspective, I kind of was one.

You see, I’m a rather paranoid person. I just don’t like showing it. I’ve kept my occasional bouts of paranoia to myself becau– Nope, actually, no, I have no good reason for my paranoia. I am an insecure person who cannot let even the little details from bothering me. I picture these almost-cataclysmic ends to my relationships with other people for no good reason because I am extremely insecure. I care about what people think about me for no good reason because that’s what I am.

But (and this is a huge but), the past few weeks – even the whole past semester, to a certain extent – has showed me that I’ve been caring about the wrong things for such a long time. I’ve been caring too much about the opinions of other people, people who, I’m sure, don’t even care that much about me. I’ve been caring too much about insignificant things, about tiny little details about me and about other people that don’t matter.

(I’m sorry if I can’t articulate this well enough, I just came from writing a paper on death and I’m pretty drained. Sorry. But yeah, where does the part that I said about writing and stuff come in to this horribly self-pitying self-realization? Okay, here goes.)

I discovered that what matters are the things that I choose to give value to. I cared about the opinions of other people because I chose to care about them. What I didn’t know before (and what I wish I could’ve found out sooner) was that I could choose whose opinions to care about. I could choose who mattered to me, and I discovered that I didn’t have to choose. Not really. People like them come, sometimes they go, but in many ways they come back. If you want to, they will. These people are ultimately the people who are worth caring about, and even more importantly, worth caring for.

(That still doesn’t have any connection to what I said earlier about writing and doing schoolwork and serving in student government. But yeah, I’ll get to that in this next paragraph.)

Furthermore (this is starting to feel like a paper wow), I realized that while persons mattered, individual persons who I actually personally knew, I wasn’t alone in this world. I was trapped in this umwelt, as Josef Pieper referred to, and I was limited by it (ugh I told myself I wouldn’t add anything even slightly philosophical in this blog post). I was in my own little world, and I had to know that the world actually mattered. That discovery led me to care even more. Not about the opinions of other people, but for the world. Yes, this is embarrassingly naive, but I’m pretty sure none of you will read this (much less remember this), but I believe way too much in the world. For all my insecurity, I feel like I have the responsibility to change the world. Call it Atenean formation, call it my weirdly Catholic upbringing, call it my naivete fueled by comic books and pop culture. I call it hope.

And this is where all those things I do, I choose to care about, come in (Aha! I knew I wasn’t just rambling pointlessly). I, for all my insecurities, for all my anxiety, chose to do these things. In the grand scheme of things, I probably won’t matter that much anymore, but I have now. I can choose to give in to the pressure, I can choose to give up, I can choose to fold in. But surprisingly enough (I really am quite the lover of surprises, aren’t I), I chose to accept all this pressure and go on. I chose to carry these burdens and use them as something to help me carry on. And I do all these things because I continue to stupidly, undyingly hope, and in spite of it all, I learn. I wouldn’t be writing this blog post if I didn’t learn something from all those times I had this past week, this past semester, this past year. I chose to do these things, I chose to pursue these passions, and I chose to learn. I guess in the long run, that’s one of the most important things in my life. I choose to do what I love, I choose to love what I do, I choose to love the people who actually matter, and I choose to try everyday to be a better person. Not necessarily to be the best, but to be better.

I can’t seem to think of a fitting end to this post. It’s been a while, so my non-academic writing’s a bit rusty. Sorry about that. Here’s a nice quote to make up for it.

“It is because of the ambivalent structure of philosophy, because ‘marveling’ sets one on a road that never ends, because the structure of philosophy is that of hope, that to philosophize is so essentially human–and in a sense to philosophize means living a truly human life.” – Josef Pieper, The Philosophical Act