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Time once again to make wishes
By Al S. Mendoza
THE wishes we make.
They don’t come true usually.
But what the heck!
We care about traditions.
Those that don’t care have no business mingling with the urbane.
The optimists wish; the pessimists couldn’t care less.
The optimists interact; the pessimists rarely.
Glad to say that the optimists love people.
People who need people are the luckiest people, right?
Sad to say but the pessimists are usually anti-social.
They don’t vote.
They don’t drink.
They don’t party.
They don’t love.
The optimists do all four. With passion.
And making wishes?
The optimists do that, too. A lot of times, even.
That’s because, unlike the pessimists, the optimists are not afraid to fail.
While the pessimists are content at watching the world go by, not the optimists.
The optimists will always opt to question the world’s direction.
The one who enters politics is an optimist.
The pessimist will shun politics all his life.
When an optimist makes a wish, he will go crazy looking for the most impossible wish.
Ninoy personified that that’s why his favorite song was “The Impossible Dream.”
Ninoy’s dream was to see the Marcos dictatorship toppled.
He was killed dreaming (plotting?) about accomplishing that, his “impossible dream” realized three years after his martyrdom in 1983 at the Manila International Airport now named after him.
OK, OK, calm down. The pessimist also makes a wish. But not as daring and as bold as the optimist’s.
The pessimist will make a wish only for the sake of making a wish — egged on, oftentimes, by a mob in a party bathed in spirits.
He doesn’t care much whether his wish is important or not.
He will say, “I wish P-Noy would marry in 2011.”
Just like that.
No reason.
No juice.
No nothing.
The optimist will say, “I wish P-Noy would provide food on every table in 2011.”
Two of my three wishes for 2010 didn’t come true: 1) Al Fernandez did not win reelection and 2) I did not win a lotto jackpot.
But my third wish was granted: Guv Spines won a second term.
My three wishes this year?
One, Gonz Duque and his Cultural commission choose Pangasinense as the official name of every Pangasinan-born native and our language, too.
Two, Benjie Lim finally rediscovers the virtue of chivalry and goes to Belen Fernandez to smoke the peace pipe.
And three, I win one lotto jackpot – just one.
Two would be greed.
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