Socialism demands an extremely high level of maturity. One must be at peace with ones’s self; one must be able to gaze up to the stars, and sit back and say calmly to herself: “I can reach them.”
I walk the streets and look at the faces of people. So intent. What could they be thinking? Meet this deadline… get home on time … get to the store before it closes …
They seem to lack a sense of humor. (Maybe the thing wrong with the Filipino is that he is all sense of humor.)
The revolution is many decades and many worlds past. For us Filipinos we have yet to dream it.
From here, far away, I can see that my homeland is very beautiful. And there is so much to do, and there is so much hope, and it is so difficult.