I have since shunned away the significance of recognizing my nationality, which may have been brought about by the powerful Western influence, or the sheer distaste over my country's issues and its overreacting, bonehead media.
Some days ago, upon hearing the words that were mindlessly inculcated in me when I was a decadent child, “Maka-Diyos, makatao, makakalikasan, at makabansa”, I have again reflected upon being a Filipino. I was anchored by the reality that most of my outlooks in life remain as that of a Filipina, who aims to defend her nation, to know the law, to contribute to the country's development, to gain a lawful job, and in a year, to elect rightful people to government. Little by little, I am building up my Amor Patria – that “pambansang dangal” that I have since disregarded.
I am glad to relate that I, a pure Filipino youth by blood and belief, is an asset to the growing populace of my country. For better or for worse, I am, as you might say, “a cornerstone” that will help build this nation.
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