When this blog began, all I was thinking of was launching a personal rant piece. It was a time of great change in my life. I was a grade school teacher in history for two years. I resigned due to the intense politics in that school. It was also the year I began my masteral studies. I was disillusioned with my ideals. As I got to meet new people outside the bubble I was in, and encountered views on history like mine, some of the things I held dear were reordered, redefined, or outright scrapped. And that was reflected in my entries in this blog. A kind of a Reformation happened in me. History is, as I discovered, pulsating with life… But that is precisely why it is dark, and kind of depressing. Because human depravity is a real thing, manifested by the past, especially the present. And then I discovered that nationalism pales in comparison to Truth. Truth, no matter how evasive, should be the pursuit of hound-like historians like me. It doesn’t side with the nationalists nor the imperialists. It is its own side. Like a weighing scale, my views were eventually balanced by my experience in cultural work, my encounters with primary sources, and by the views of other people, by the relentless tempering. All that while I was undergoing a tumultuous intellectual quickening in my personal faith. I realized that as I dug in, the dots connect and everything just falls into place. And you guys took that journey with me. You liked and reblogged what I wrote, agreed on the things I felt strongly about, and at times contested my views. Life happens, and despite my flaws, and typos, you still followed. And it’s been three years friends. I made friends here. I poured my heart out, and I was not disappointed.
This blog is still standing only by the grace of God.
This is a small tribute to small beginnings. Like a mustard seed that has grown into a big tree, I pray more blogs of the same pursuit will arise in tumblr.
From this anonymous Filipino blogger to you: