Reflection Paper About Love And Pain

Love and pain. Distant poles. The cause and the effect. Two words with contradicting meaning yet they go side by side. When I hear movies about love, I instantly assume that the main character would hurt himself at one point. It just happens. I am the lead of my own story and never have I succeeded in the art of evasive loving. No matter how hard I try to avoid its consequences, it always has its way with getting me tortured. I know that and everybody does too. Why do I bother myself with it when I know that I’ll just end up with my heart broken?

One. It’s not mere stubbornness; it’s the determined feeling of having loved. “Isang Karaniwang Pag-ibig” concentrated on treasuring emotions that yield from experiences rather than forgetting them.

It’s about showing respect and appreciation. Not the typical love story, the third movie is about a father-son relationship. Scratch that, a mother-daughter relationship rather. “Ina-Tay” tells a story of a gay who finds himself accepting his son from a girl he has worked with during a pageant. Expectedly so, the son grows up wanting to be like his father. Shaking the father’s head in disapproval, he strives to raise his son not to follow his steps because according to him the life of being a homosexual is shameful. His son proves to his father that there is no disgrace is expressing your own true self. The next conflict arises when the son is being courted by a guy whom the father suspects of befriending him just for money. After pondering on the movie, I concluded that both characters showed weakness on showing sympathy and empathy. It was fatherly love that drove the parent to act like such. If I were the father I wouldn’t hesitate for a millisecond to employ whatever he’s done in the movie. The most painful thing for a parent is seeing his child hurt not by the physical torment of life but by the same experience that hurt him long ago. However, alongside parenting is acceptance. For the son, I saw him unable to understand why his father keeps on telling him that his lover just sees him as a bank. That’s another problem with love. When one’s too into it, he unconsciously turns a blind eye to the other aspects which badly need consideration too. Quite frankly, I’ve been a victim of this. My parents love me so much that they want me to have a really good future. They kept on directing my path to assure themselves that I would find myself living conveniently. I want that kind of life but not their way. Never did they ask me what I wanted to do with my life. Every day I keep waking up in Baguio City, walking to UPB, pursuing “my” dream. And every day, my mind’s favourite phrase is “what if?” I just smile sadly and continue waking up in Baguio City. Why? I