Anthem of Nations
I’m not all that fluent in the vernacular. It takes every strand of my humility to say that. I do not say this with my forehead held high, as some would; rather, I say this with my head bowed down. I blame this on my parent’s and our country’s (seemingly) ultimate goal of globalization. I grew up in a world of Barbie dolls and imported race cars, English-speaking cousins and a no-Tagalog-policy home. I was deprived of the usual dose of childhood patintero and tumbang preso, in fact, I grew up alone. I grew up in the comfort of only my toys and my parents, seeing as my neighbors were either too old or too young.
Globalization.
It has been one of the visions of our country. We dream of belonging to the booming economies of the first world countries. The notion that the universal language is the all-around remedy for globalization is so rampant that it makes our minds think that this is our only way. It becomes, what we think, the only solution. But why do we choose globalization when the answer to all our problems is right under our flat noses?
