Sometimes, it’s good to remember; other times, it’s good to forget.
One Saturday, we went to Wawa Dam in Rizal for the outreach program organized by the group “People Helping People.”
As I stepped out of the car, I was brought back to the past.
The green hills on the sides and the children gathered on the ground brought me to my childhood days, back to my hometown in the mountains of Benguet.
I recalled the days as I played with the other kids in the neighborhood. We chased each other like the natives would chase the pigs in their backyard.
We played war-games while unstoppably running around and untiringly shouting – Bang! Bang! Bang!
We played from the rising to the setting of the sun.
As the sun goes to hide its rays in the West, I would walk back home as my young body was embraced with terribly cool sweats.
I recalled the days when we were called to go to the rice fields, either to harvest rice or to till the soil for the next cropping.
When the sun is up, we would put on that hats made of vine; and when the rain comes, we would put on that plastic with a slit on the side as our rain coat to finish the tough job.
I recalled the days when we were summoned to pound rice with that indigenous mortar and pestle, like the tools of the Tabon Man. Though I was lazy to do so, I needed to. Not pounding rice would mean no rice on the pot, no rice on the plate.
I recalled the days when we climbed towering mountains and trekked through mossy forests.
One wrong step on the side means getting you killed. Slow moving pace means gathering a lot of leeches on your feet.
In spite of these leeches and perilous trails, nonetheless, is setting foot on the top of the mountain, casting your eyes to the magnificent beauty of nature, embracing the refreshing breeze blowing from the rivers below, hearing the rippling cascades of the waterfalls afar, and raising your hands like Moses over those enthusing grandeur gifts from Above.
Lastly, I recalled as I would imagine how busy the people were as they prepare to celebrate the birth of Jesus, while my mother was about to deliver a child at the very tick of the clock at four of Christmas dawn.
Yes, it was. While most people were busy wrapping their gifts for their loved ones, my mother wrapped me, too, with her loving arms.
That was the first time I felt the warmth of the world in the midst of the chilling December breeze.
A lot of recalling can be done. Reminiscing the past can be invigorating, especially when you recall the day you were born. You shall realize that you are here for a reason.
As I remember these chapters of my past, I was reminded to move forward.
These jumbled episodes I had that Saturday in the mountains empowered me to go on – to go on holding onto my dreams, to go on climbing the hills and mountains of life, and to go on living the gift of life I have.
Thanks for those kids running around and the green mountains on the sides for bringing me to the past.
It is my hope that as I share these jumbled episodes of my life, may you be able to recall also your past and get into the future with refreshed and rejuvenated power.
As one character said – sometimes, it’s good to remember; other times, it’s good to forget.
Hence, there’s no need to remember all the things that came into your life, especially the bad ones. Just learn your lesson from those bad experiences, and leave them to the past.
Remember the good things of the past, gather strength from those jumbled episodes of your life, and move forward!