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The Haunting

The haunting of a past
That’s sweet and sour
And blissful and tumultuous
Of burning desire

Of corsets burned
And windows barred
A firefly’s path is thwarted

All to the resonance of torrid fire burning
Maligned pure light extinguished

To lament the loss
And feel the churn
The internal agonising wail of souls
Delineate the error, one cannot
The done deed is done

Masonry misaligned
Crumbling rocks falling
Cracking and creaking as stone after stone falls
To the bottom of a deep glen

Pursue the future
Let go of past
Return no more to yonder days

Let Fate dictate
What is to be
And keep a hold of Faith

Personal Thoughts 012

It’s no use holding on to past things when they themselves don’t hold on to you. Letting them go is better than keeping them around, as they will remain junk and litter taking up space in the mind.

Yes, things happen and those will remain in memories. But holding onto them desperately, hoping for things to return the way they used to be will help no one. Let them remain in locked crevices in the heart; let them remain dormant. But never despair over the loss.

Letting things slide off and be unaffected. Now that’s the key to living life. Things are temporary and they always will be.

As Heraclitus famously said, “The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change.” All things are transient and nothing is permanent.

To be nostalgic of the past, yet also pressing forward into the future with eagerness may seem contradictory, but it makes perfect sense.

Then again, life is full of contradictions. Best to get used to them.

Lost Identity as a Migrant Child?

Having picked out my topic for an investigative piece for a class, I decided to pick one that’s close to my  heart and is something I can easily relate to. Might cause some general bias, but I know I can be objective with this (coldly objective, might I add). And that topic is about migrant children. I was one. I still am, considering that was one of my main identities throughout life. And I highly doubt I’ll ever lose this identity anyhow, considering what I plan to do after I graduate. Not gonna be a migrant child then, but a migrant nonetheless.

Anyway, one of the things that I needed to do before further getting into the piece I’ve proposed to write is to make an annotated bibliography. While reading through countless sources, most of which pertained to the children left behind in the Philippines by migrant parents, I finally stumbled upon one that actually had insight on migrant children themselves.

What does the synthesis study have to say about this?

“Whether migrants went through the legal or illegal process, children migrants generally experience difficulties in coping and adopting in the new environment.

Lost Identity or Culture Gap

Children migrants experience the dilemma of lost identity or identity crisis. This second generation living abroad not only have difficulty in being accepted in the mainstream of the country where they grew up because they look physically different from the natives but at the same time they could not connect with their parent’s home country.”
This is usually the case for most, regardless of nationality, is it not? I mainly have Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake here to refer from merely because that’s one of the main books I’ve read that highlighted this sort of issue. I’m sure there are countless other books on lost cultural identity as well among migrant children, but I still haven’t encountered one that is in relation to Filipino cases (which is partly one of my inspirations for the novel idea I’m working on).
Totally went off tangent there from what I’m trying to get at with this post, but it has occupied my wonderment for many months now, ever since I became aware of it.
Anyhow, the point the study made is a good one, because I’ve felt that myself. But it isn’t an isolated case among Filipino migrant youths. It seems more like a universal case for most migrant youths anywhere. And lost identity or culture gap doesn’t necessarily have to be the case for most youths. Some may actually have successfully assimilated into their new society. And the case of second, third, or fourth generation children of migrants still living in that “foreign” land from whence their lineage did not naturally come from? They’d have acclimatised even better. Or who knows, they might have struggles as well.
Now that. That would be a different sort of study altogether, I believe, and one I’m also highly intrigued about.