People always tell me to do the things that I love and I will be happy.  When I was having second thoughts with my chosen course for college, they told me to go where I wanted to go and in the end all my fears will be put to rest.  When confronting a personal relationship problem, they told me to go where my heart tells me to go, and everything will fall in its rightful place.

CommRes101 Final Paper night.  One of the best academic overnights of my entire college life.  =)

CommRes101: Simply one of the most memorable academic overnights I’ve had in my entire college life

Suffice to say, that little piece of advice from several years ago hasn’t failed me even once today.

I’m fortunate to have been born with parents who understood this philosophy in life.  I asked my mom once, when I was at that point in my life where I asked one too many questions, why she was very permissive when it comes to me and my older brother.  She told me that she wanted us to explore the world on our own, unlike the way she has been restrained to find her place in the sun.  Right then I knew that I would go places, and I would have my mother’s support sustaining me throughout the journey.

My father, unlike my mother, expresses this view very subtly.  I wrote him a letter once, on that transitionary period from high school to college, about the tertiary degree I was planning on pursuing.  Of course, he had other plans for me, things he knew would take me places he only wished he could have gone himself.  He gave me brochures of degrees, filled me with options he thought would make for a bright future.  Yes, he detested my course and looked down on a Bachelor of Arts degree that it would later produce (both my parents had BS degrees), but in the end, he didn’t do anything.  He just let me be.  He respected my decision to go with something that I knew I really, really wanted to pursue.

Of course, my dad was persistent (and I think all dads are).  Once in a while he would churn out an age-old comment blasting my BA degree; on some occasions he would point me to seminars or opportunities of studying for a master’s degree abroad.  Obliging son that I am, I respected my father’s words, too.  But in the end, it was me who was given the right to decide on my future.


Sitting as classmates for only the second time in four years, Micah and I caught ourselves in an unusual conversation about life after graduation .  It was a weird conversation, actually, one that we only heard adults talk about before.

We touched on the subject about choice.  We surmised that we’re all lucky to have been given a choice to pick the paths we wish to thread.  Choice is actually a luxury; most people live not by choice, but by necessity.  Most people couldn’t afford a choice–much more three square meals to complete one’s day.

Choices, therefore, are not to be wasted.  They are but fleeting opportunities that fly away when ignored,  much like promotional items in supermarkets that is here today and gone tomorrow.

I’m glad my parents knew that by heart to give me the wings I needed to fly.


Contrary to all the ranting I’ve been doing around the net lately, I’m actually enjoying doing my thesis.  Last week I stayed up until seven in the morning to complete my Review of Related Literature and Study Framework.  People who know me well enough know that I’m a sleepyhead; I could sleep whenever and wherever if my body calls for it.

It was a feat, therefore, to have accomplished that task without even feeling a slight touch of drowsiness.  It really means something.  It means that I’m head over heels with my chosen topic; that whatever I was writing about is, as the LOLcat says, relevant to my interests.  Only the things we want to do could drive us to heights we’ve never been to before.

One of my professors commented that students must enjoy the joys of research by pursuing the topics most relevant to them.  I couldn’t agree more.  The choice of the topic is the motivation that will drive the study to unsurpassed lengths.


I’ve been following my heart a lot lately.  While it has caused me great pain and regret before, it has only caused me much joy and contentment now.  I only have the deepest gratitude for people who urged me to go for the things I want, to claim my space in the world, to find my place in the sun.  When I didn’t know which way to go, they told me to follow what my heart is telling me.

No regrets.  Definitely no regrets.

5 Responses to “The Joys of Research and other things…”
  1. Gian Paolo says:

    As long as you are happy with what you are doing, then you are still on the right track. 🙂

  2. Jeff says:

    ah, kaya pala may emo streak ka JM…’re a “heart-over-head” type of guy! makes sense……

    this has got to be one of my fave posts from you, friend! profound pero not too “i’ll-force-my-philosophy-down-your-throat” kind of thing. aylavet!

    and you’re right about parents: for a typical son, moms are the best, dads only repress.

    btw, ganyan talaga si micah. talking to her is like talking to a fun-loving guidance counselor. and to think im older than her…….yikes!

    best of luck sa thesis! 🙂

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