I was suppose to post this last December 30 but got a bit occupied. Anyway, enjoy!
If there’s one thing I can relate and admire about Dr. Jose P. Rizal, it is his way with the ladies.
Being able to take up a history subject about the life of Rizal in college, I was so fascinatingly surprised yet very pleased when I learned that he was not simply a nerd who was shot by a volley of bullets but, also, a hotshot to a volley of women! Indeed, like the typical guy, Rizal, too, had a soft-hormone-covered-beating heart that wants to “sip the nectar of love.” But unlike the alpha and egoistic male species of yesterday and today, Rizal was a man of authentic love who doesn’t practice the notion of “collect-and-collect.” Instead, he was a man I learn to be someone who when falls in love, falls deeply into it. In fact, I firmly believe that his journey to love from woman to woman had led him to a deeper understanding of its anatomy and physiology. Doing so, he was led to a life of unbearable torment which ultimately led to his death to the greatest and most beautiful woman, the Filipinas. If I am to remember Rizal, I don’t want to remember him for his undisputed intellect nor his image of“perfection” but as a vulnerable and flawed human being who, like us, is capable of selfless and greater love.
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