Fall In Love With An Activist

4:29 PM

I am somewhat inspired/frustrated with the flurry of my fellow activists' relationships. I am not looking for anything, or anyone at all, but through the months of activism. I come to know myself better. 

I love the masses, because of them, I found my purpose. Even before, I need someone or something that I can devote myself to. I keep joining organizations, trying new things, but everything was ephemeral--it wasn't enough. I focused on my studies first, because I have to shift, and after I've shifted, I decided to join STAND-UP. I have national democratic sentiments even before I joined, and after I attended the most basic educational discussion--MKLRP,  I know that what their cause is right.

It was the two days before the State of the Nation, and I joined the students, with my friend, Jilyan, as my buddy. We marched from UP Diliman to Sandigan ng Bayan, and there the action began. 

Assertion. That's what happened. Farmers, workers, women and students pushed to past through the hundreds of policemen blocking the street. We were outnumbered, unarmed. They were armed and ready to shoot. Harsh reality came settling in, I could die anytime, together with my fellow activists. But then, I felt relaxed, for I know if I die, I'll be dying with a purpose. It was chaotic, and then I saw men bleeding, crack skulls, barefoot students and fresh bruises. 

We then went to Camp Karingal for an indignation rally for the fellow comrades who were arrested and detained illegally. My friend and fellow Iskolar, Kyel, was one of them.I was crying nonstop after the quick response team dispersed.  There wasn't any grounds, he was only picking up his eyeglasses. I saw how ruthlessly the police smashed their truncheons on the heads of my fellow Iskos. They couldn't console me. It was a too real concretisation of the violence that our society is allowing. And from then on, I fight for the oppressed, I fight for true liberty.

This is where my passion lies, in serving the people.

This is where I belong.

And in loving the masses, I need someone that will love them the same way as I do.


Fall In Love With An Activist

by Ana Catalina Paje
Fall in love with an activist because…
You could have the worst hair day of your life, he wouldn’t care…with his way of life, he’s had worse.
You won’t need to take her to a fancy restaurant, fine dining was never her thing…she would rather eat with her hands in the company of farmers.
You could shout at him all you want, he would just smile…he does it everyday..to assert for your rights.
She doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor. After all, she does understand class struggle.
You can be frank about him, in fact, he would like that very much.
Criticism and self-criticism are second nature to him. He always wants to improve himself.
She isn’t afraid to make the first move. Don’t worry she’s no bimbo.
It’s just that she believes in the equality of sexes. And she’s knows that women hold half the sky.
When you have a fight, it’s never all your fault. He knows that partly, he was to blame. Because he is a dialectical materialist.
She’s never boring. As long as social injustice and inequality exists, you won’t run out of things to talk about.
She’s very good at sharing her life with someone. Maybe it has something to do with their practice of collective living.
Being articulate is a skill he has come to master. And he will have no trouble telling you how much he loves you.
P.S. There’s a catch. You should know that you’re not the only person who owns his heart. You share it with the poor, the sick, the hungry, and the oppressed.
P.P.S. By the time you fall for an activist, give it a week or so, you’ll be an activist yourself. Because if you love and understand her, you would know it’s the right thing to do.
*repost from Facebook

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  1. I like the story you've shared from Facebook. And I feel for what you've described.
    The system that has been in the process of building for so many years, only in order to control the human kind, is not gonna give up easily. In my home country we've been protesting since February 2013. One government resigned, only a more corrupted one to come in power. The people organized numerous protests and police fought. Women, students and old people were beaten. While the citizen are trying to remain is peaceful due to the EU laws, my country hasn't even made it to the international news.
    All I can say is... let us believe and keep doing the best we can!


    1. I had no idea it's that way, too. But I've seen some news, wherein a female journalist in London was violently attacked because she dared to speak against the government. Hold on, Lubka. We're not done yet. And we will continue to fight until true freedom is achieved!

    2. I agree. We're not done yet! In our own different ways we'll continue our work :)


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