In the past few weeks, a tiny team of dreamers have been having Zoom meetings and working in preparation for today, the launch of the Philippine Futures Thinking Society or PhilFutures. It is most probably the first futures thinking society in Asia. PhilFutures is a collaborative effort of the Philippine Society of Public Administrators under the leadership of Dr. Lizan E. Perante-Calina, Vice President of the Development Academy of the Philippines -Graduate School; Prof. Shermon Cruz, Director and Chief Futurist of the Center for Engaged Foresight, Dr. Reginal Uggadan, Director of the University of the Philippines-NCPAG, Mr. Emmanuel De Guia, Senate Consultant, and yours truly. Of course, it would never have been possible without the support of Celine Abella, our technical volunteer.Continue reading
Covid-19 cases have hit 5.4 million today, with 340,000 deaths. Yes, the number of those who have recovered is much higher at two million, but even one death is reason enough to mourn. People are not simply numbers, even in death. They were somebody’s family, loved one, and friend. And I can’t understand the nonchalance of government leaders when they try to joke or speak lightly of the pandemic that has placed the world on the greatest disruption that many of us couldn’t have imagined possible.
A little before five o’clock I just finished reading a book and I saw from my bedroom window that a slight drizzle has started. I left my room, took a raincoat from the storage, and ventured outside.
After more than two months in quarantine, I never went out of the house with no particular intention. Usually, I just go out of the house and go directly to do my errands outside, like grocery shopping, or any other essential tasks that my parents, being elderly, are not allowed to do. Since I arrived here, I didn’t really just go out around the yard. For two months, I was in a much more restricted quarantine, which I didn’t realize I imposed on myself. I was on what you might call in ‘bedroom exile’ that I didn’t really mind if I was either all in my head or floating around the house like a ghost, barely making a sound.
Dear friends, part of this post is a bit unsettling, and all of it is deeply personal. But I have decided to post about this to help me confront one of my oldest wounds that still shake me up to today and hope that someone reading this who is in the same space would realize that it is possible to rise out of dejection. If you feel in any way the same and need to talk to someone, please reach out to me through my Skype at Shiela R Castillo.
The world is being gripped by fear and anxiety over yet another zootonic disease, except that this seems worse than what we have seen before, what with people’s immediate access and ability to spread information, and the tendency to focus on everything that is not going right.
I thought maybe its time to post some thoughts about the virus that I don’t always articulate on social media. Pandemics are not the easiest subjects for a simple blogger like me. But I would like to be able to look and put out a bit of positivity despite the global doom and gloom scenario. My intention is not to gloss over a real global challenge, but to find meaning in a crisis, lessons, and maybe even inspiration if this post could ever succeed in doing that.