13/05/2026
Sawa Na Ako. Sawa Na Tayo.
But What Do We Do Now?
We are a nation of 110 million people. Talented, resilient, and full of potential. So why does it feel like we are being held hostage by the very people we put in power?
Let me be honest with you. I am tired! Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix. I am tired of waking up every day to the same recycled headlines, another scandal, another cover-up, another politician caught with their hands in the jar, grinning at us from a press conference like nothing happened. And the worst part? We let it happen. Over and over again.
Look at the state of this country and tell me, honestly, are we doing good? Are Filipino lives genuinely getting better, year after year? Or are we just surviving, and calling it progress?
The corruption isn't just unresolved, it's normalized. The incompetence isn't just ignored, it's rewarded with re-election. Leaders who should be in prison are running for higher office. Government officials who abuse their power do so in broad daylight because they know (they know!) that most of us will forget by the next campaign season.
And here's the uncomfortable truth we all need to sit with, WE gave them that power. WE voted for them. Some of us voted for their children. Some of us voted for their grandchildren. We swallowed the promises, accepted the ayuda, rice and the galunggong at the meeting de avance, and marched into that voting booth and handed the keys of this country to the same thieves, again and again and again.
Why do we always forgive and forget?
Is it fear? Apathy? The crushing weight of just trying to survive the day? Or have we been so beaten down that we no longer believe anything can change, and so we choose whoever hands us something, anything, right now? This is not blame. This is a mirror. And it's past time we looked into it.
Out of thousands of politicians in this country, I can count on one hand, or maybe two, the ones I would call true public servants. People who actually show up, not for the cameras, but for the people. The rest? They are occupying chairs, collecting salaries and budgets funded by our taxes, and building dynasties on the backs of the poor while calling it service.
The absurdity has reached a level that is, frankly, embarrassing! What is happening to our institutions, the agencies, the systems that are supposed to protect and serve every Filipino, is not just utterly disappointing. It is a humiliation. And the tragedy is, we have become so accustomed to it that we barely flinch anymore.
The Philippines is not a poor country. We have talent, creativity, natural wealth, and a people whose resilience is known across the world. The problem was never our potential. The problem is who controls it and for whose benefit.
Our land is rich. Our seas are teeming. Our people build the skyscrapers of other nations, care for the sick in foreign hospitals, run the engines of global economies and then send money home to a country that cannot seem to get out of its own way. The limitless potential of this nation is real. But the same people we trusted to develop and cultivate that potential have decided that the harvest belongs to them. The spoils are theirs. The crumbs are ours.
I feel angry. I feel sad. I feel disgusted. And some days (I will admit this) I feel hopeless.
But then I look at the Filipinos who are still fighting. The nurse who works a double shift at a government hospital where the gloves run out by noon, and still shows up the next day. The teacher in a barangay school who buys supplies out of her own pocket because the budget went somewhere else, again. The tsuper who still drives a 12-hour pasada and go home with Php 300 after gas and boundery. Maybe hope is something we choose, over and over again, even when it costs us.
So, is there still hope for this country to change?
Are we willing to change ourselves first?
Do we still have the strength to unite and rise?
What do we do now from here, together?
I don't know the answer to these, so I need your help!
But I know this though, a country that has stopped asking these questions has already given up. And I refuse to believe we are there yet. I refuse to believe that the Philippines, OUR Philippines is beyond saving.
(Even while looking at these baboons and leeches who sadly runs this.)
What I do believe is that nothing changes until we ALL change. Not just who we vote for, but how we hold leaders accountable between elections. How WE, the ordinary citizens needs changing too. Whether we choose truth over convenience. Whether we are willing to be uncomfortable in the pursuit of something better, not just for ourselves, but for the millions of people who share this archipelago with us.
So yes, badtrip ako and maybe you should too. But then let's do something with it. Not just a share, not just a react, not just a comment that disappears into the feed by tomorrow. I mean the harder thing, like holding someone accountable. Call it out when you see it in your own backyard. Stop excusing it even when it's someone you voted for. Stop forgiving it because at least they built a road.
You want this country to change? Then you have to be willing to be uncomfortable. You have to be willing to be the one person in the room who refuses to look the other way. Because that numbness, that quiet, comfortable resignation, is exactly what they're counting on. Your silence is their permission slip.
Kaya kahit masakit. Tuloy pa din natin ang laban, Pilipinas!
