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Biyernes, Hulyo 22, 2011

A Thief Called Death


"For right as they hadde cast his deethe bifoore,
Right so they han him slayn, and that anon.
And whan that this was doon, thus spak the oon:
'Now lat us sitte and drynke, and make us merie,
And afterward we wol his body berie.'
And with that word it happed hym, par cas,
To take the botel ther the poysoun was,
And drank, and yaf his falawe drynke also,
For which anon they storven bothe two."


Canterbury Tales is famous for its contributions to English and for being the largest, perhaps the best and the most renowned achievement of the Father of English literature, Geoffrey Chaucer. Of all the tales I’ve read from the said “magnum opus”, The Pardoner’s Tale, a story concerned with the three young men and their avarice, interested me the most.
           
            The Pardoner’s Tale started with the three men indulged in gambling and drunkenness. While in revelry, they heard a funeral procession passing and asked a servant about it. He responds by saying that it is their friend who departed, that he was killed by a thief called Death. The three young men, wanting to kill Death and probably to avenge their friend, went far in pursuit. Later then, they met an old man claiming that he was cursed to wander off the Earth and even Death will not take his life. The men demanded where they could find Death and was given answer that he was last seen under an oak tree. They rushed to the tree and found bags of gold and not Death in sight. After discussing things, they finally agreed on taking these bags. They then draw straws to see who among them would go and get some food and drink; the youngest of the three loses. In time, everything changed, the two who were left behind changed their plan: they will murder the youngest and therefore, receive greater shares of the wealth. However, back in town, the youngest was having similar thoughts. He thought of keeping all the riches to himself so he bought the strongest poison available in the apothecary and poisoned the food. In the end, the youngest is murdered and the two are poisoned, thus, no one survived.

            It is not the characters that interested me nor the way the story ended. It is the whole content of the story and the lesson it possesses. Truly, avarice is one of man’s greatest weaknesses (I believe the first is lust). Besides being able to buy anything you desire, given a large amount of money, you are also given access to anything you want. I also believe that rich people are given importance and priority far more than those who are impoverish, that is why everyone (or most of us) desires to be wealthy.


Another thing that interested me is how Death was given description. When I was reading The Pardoner’s Tale and caught the word “death” in sight, I knew I would like the story and I really did. When Death was mentioned, the first thing that went through my mind is that in the town, there dwells a horrible creature or demon who brings death to everyone he meets (that is why his name is Death). But of course, that is a misconception. The three young men weren’t able to hold sight of Death, the thing is, it cannot be seen. Death saw them the moment they succumbed to their own temptations. Money offers enticements and men would do anything it takes to have it. I believe Death is not the bushels of gold found under the tree, but it is the moment you fell into a temptation which would lead you to your end.

I find the three men stupid. They should’ve known beforehand that they would try to kill each other but there’s nothing I could do about it. Their death is inevitable.

I gained pieces of knowledge from the story and I learned a lot from it.  We shouldn't entrust everything to people around us, especially when money is involved and secondly, we must never steal or take things that aren't ours, bad things do happen only if we've done something unpleasant, just like what had happened to the three young men.

         
 

Biyernes, Hunyo 24, 2011

The Hero Cherished Above All

A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.
-Bob Dylan

               Ever since life has started, heroes were recognized and remembered anywhere. They are often defined as those people who laid down their lives for others, those who are equipped with willingness to serve and those who do not ask anything in return. One icon of heroism is Jose Rizal,





                    who, despite the intuition that his works meant the end of him, did not cease to fulfill his purpose  --- to awaken the dormant minds of the Filipino people from the cruel and abusive ruling of the Spaniards that time. But, do we really have to die to be called "heroes" ?

                    A lot has changed. During the old times, heroes were characterized by their "heroic deeds" like having horrible creatures and monsters killed, leading an army against another and a lot more. But in this generation, you needn't to kill anyone or anything just to be given the name 'hero'.



               In my 14 years of existence, I've known numerous heroes in this modern world. Some of them include teachers, soldiers and OFW's but if you'd ask me who my hero is, there's only one cherished above all --- and that is my MOM.






               In my side, mothers should be credited as heroes. They've offered their lives to make everything convenient for us, they bore all the burdens that we are supposed to carry and they've always been and will always be our shoulder to cry on.

               A number of years ago, in the time of my journey that I felt more lost than ever, Mom didn't desert me. She accompanied me in every decision I faced and she encourages me everytime I need to be. There are no words to describe how great my mom is, she's just the best person I've ever known. She is someone worth remembering and someone irreplacable.

               But the real reason as to why I've chosen Mom is that I came to know Jesus Christ because of her. I've always been grateful for being a part of a Christian family without them, I would've ended up being an atheist. It wasn't easy for her to prove that God exists but she didn't give up on me because she wanted me to be saved --- and that alone is a heroic deed.
She introduced Jesus to me and I was saved. Having to know God is the most beautiful gift one could receive.


               Let's go back to the first part.
               "Do we really have to die to be called heroes?"


               No. There is no need to such. Mom didn't die but I was indeed saved. Heroism doesn't mean dying for someone, it is about offering your life for the benefit of others.

               My definition of a hero is -- someone as selfless and as simple as Mom.