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Month: January, 2012

Innocent Eyes

Psychology. Ever since my first brush with that subject, I’ve always thought of it as fascinating. To grasp how the mind works, to be able to tell what a person will do next, to be able to surmise why a person does the things he does. To understand the being. Such are the things that pulls me into that subject and entices me to try and learn more.

Now, there is one particular theory of the human person that I’ve never forgotten since I first heard it: that of tabula rasa – a Latin term which means “empty slate”. This is Aristotle’s theory that each child is born as an empty slate, that people become the way they are due to the nurture that they experience throughout their lives.

This theory came to my mind this afternoon while I was on the ride back from school. I had a soda with me and, when I got on that jeep trying to take a seat, this child, an infant, a baby, was reaching out for my soda as if she knew it was hers to accept. Her mother had to stop her and move her hand. I absolutely didn’t know what to make of it. Perhaps, it looked as if I was handing it to her.

Her mother, and, if I’m not mistaken, her grandmother, started talking to me as if we’ve known each other quite long for they were mainly asking about the condition of my father and his state of recovery, or lack thereof. I was cordial, as I usually am when I have such encounters, but I honestly didn’t have an inkling of an idea as to who those people were. I should apologize but it isn’t like I can.

I was smiling and looking at the child but it wasn’t until the conversation was over that I really noticed her expression. She wasn’t smiling back, she didn’t look like she was about to cry, she didn’t look afraid, she didn’t look indifferent, she didn’t look as if she wanted my soda.

She was giving me one of those looks that make me really wonder what goes on in the mind of a child that can barely express herself: wide eyes, innocent but seemingly welling up with curiosity. She looked as if there were a lot of questions bouncing about in her head but was patient enough to wait until the answers just come to her in their appointed time.

I don’t understand it. I never did. Perhaps, I never will.

Aristotle’s case of the tabula rasa is a strong argument in favor of nurture as a guiding force to one’s development. This theory also serves to tell me that perhaps those eyes were simply staring with wonder the way they always do when they see new people and new things, perhaps they were simply amazed with the vision of something new, or even, perhaps they were just plain innocent, that they have that look in their eyes and such remains until a different form of understanding dawns upon the child.

The case may be so but tabula rasa cannot erase my wonderment about the eyes of a child. Besides, hasn’t it been said that “the eyes are the windows to the soul“?

However, it is also quite possible that this can be my own curiosity going in an odd direction.

Perhaps I will never know that truth about the matter. Perhaps no one ever truly will. But I know that it will be true to me that, every time a child stares at me with wide eyes seemingly full of questions and wonder about my person, I myself will have that many questions and wonders.

Welcome 2012

2011 has come and gone in blur. It was a year full of sweet new things. But it was also a year full of farewells – from the final movie of the Harry Potter franchise, to the death of Apple’s Steve Jobs. 2011 left us with so many things to ponder on.

Now we are almost halfway through the first month of 2012. Too many important things could have happened already but they, nevertheless, managed to skip my notice. But it is only just beginning. More things are brewing on the surface of the Earth.

But, of all the things that could possibly be overlooked, I didn’t fail to notice what year it is: 2012. We’ve all seen all manner of literature pertaining to the doom of 2012. From paper to digital media, there is a lot of talk about how this world will face its end on December 21st of this year.

Last year, there was at least two predictions that reached the major news channels of our country of dates when the world will end. Of course, they were wrong as we are all still here and the Earth is still alive – not so well, but alive.

Major disasters happened in 2011 but not on those days predicted for the world to end. Although, news stated that some people, indeed, die on those days because of heart attack from fear of those predictions.

The Mayan calendar supposedly ends on December 21, 2012 – the main reason why people are craving about that date and pegging it to be the end of days.

However, must that really matter? Or, for that matter, must any end-of-days matter?

The way I see it: it shouldn’t. Simply because, if you know how to live your life one day at a time, no end of the world will ever bother your peace. No date will ever bother your spirit. No calendar will ever bother your heart.

Sure, there was a movie called 2012 that, at the beginning, would make you feel like it will tell of the end of the world. But, ultimately, the world still didn’t it, did it?

2012 just began and, like how we must change our calendars, we must also learn to change for the better and keep at pace with the world but do it one step at a time.

So, remember to live life one day at a time. Look to the past as beautiful paintings of yesterday – there to be appreciated and not to be holding grudges over. Look to the future as a bright kaleidoscope of tomorrow – there to look forward to and not to be anxious with.

Like one wise turtle once said,

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
But today is a gift.
That is why it is called present.