Moving On

One thing that’s ironically amusing about times when you have to stuff your head into work is that these are the same times when good reads flush down hard on you just when you barely have the time to pay attention to each one. I used to make it a point to write about sensible stuff I eventually encounter along but now I’d just have to raise my hands and hope for the best.

The most I can do is save the URL/s in a draft email and again hope that I would be able to get back to something should I have some time to actually sit down and write soon. After some time it wasn’t hard to notice that the size of my Drafts folder was already catching up with that of my Inbox.

Nope. It doesn’t have anything to do with an obviously short-lived resolution I made last year: to update this blog regularly. At a time when good things have been proven to be rarer than the presence of raindrops on the desert, I just have to keep those reads and scribbles somewhere so that I can get back to them sometime. You’ll never know when a refreshing read might come in handy. Maybe later, maybe soon… maybe never.

Because I’ve always been a sucker for nostalgic hulabaloo’s, I found this particular article very interesting. That coupled with the fact that it talks about sociological factors involved in migration, (both legal and in this case, mostly illegal,) and a whole lot of other interesting stuff and sensible points.

To summarize, the threadstarter wrote about the Alaska he once knew as he was leaving the place he and his ancestors have called home. Migration of people from the lower 48’s costed him his memories of the growth of his family, the northern lights on a clear night and salmon spawning in the creek as one Alaskan moves out and four more “cheechakos” will move in.

Two things pointed out there is that people move somewhere and along with their settlement comes change.

Interestingly, my father who is of immigrant status moved there around two years ago and he’s now in Anchorage. In contrast, the guy’s been living there for 20 years already while his ancestors moved in around 100 years ago. Furthermore add the thread’s accounts of a lot of hometown changes and the migratory preference of my fellowmen still at homebase and everything’s been pretty much enough to get me to sit down and think despite my busy schedule.

The inherent search for places of settlement for humans has never been recent. While those accounted for there span years or decades, (or around a century in the case of the threadstarter concerned’s ancestors,) it has gone on a lot in the very distant past. Civilizations of thousands of years ago did it, (the Summerians taken as case in point there,) and so did caravans of gypsies and bands of nomads hundreds of years before you even get to read this.

Humans need to respond to change. It has been the same anywhere and anytime on this planet when promising plains get exhausted by the influx of people for different reasons. Be it to escape adversities such as poverty, war, famine or oppression or to hopefully start anew, people tend to move to some place where they see themselves better off.

And along with their arrival comes change.

I’m almost tempted to write how I remember Metro Manila more than twenty years ago. Having lived my life in this part of the country for most of my life, I’ve seen it change through the years. A lot of it has to do with the general perception of those from the provinces: Metro Manila promises hope. Given poverty as an alternative from their places, it isn’t hard to see why they would be willing to try out their luck here.

Despite the fact that opportunities are limited especially after a certain threshold of the urban population is reached, people still come here looking to settle here.

Is it surprising then that we see a rise of crime in Metro Manila in the recent decades? Is it surprising then that traffic has been a staple ingredient in day to day travel here? Is it surprising at all how people seem to have become mean and unfriendly?

I’m not complaining though. In fact I myself am not closing out the possiblity of trying out my luck somewhere else because of entirely practical purposes.

After all wasn’t it Heraclitus who said nothing endures but change?