When we were little, my mother always told us that she was but an instrument of Gods hand. I noticed that her passion for art is transformed into energy she uses only for her painting and not anywhere else. For example, I have never seen her have a fit of temper or indulge in bad moods, a temperament founded on the ego often expected of artists. So as children, we had a very happy childhood, even when we moved from city to city, requiring my mother to sacrifice time from her work.
There is a poem written by my mother when she was young which reflects her philosophy:
"Lord, how can I depict Thy work, without Thy hand in mine?"
Manila, January 1945
We would not have one viewpoint and one opinion for every Filipino.
We would agree to help each other work for a common vision for our country.
We would not have warring politicians putting the others down for his own ambition.
We would not be greedy and take what is not ours.
We would not have thousands of associations and organizations to accommodate those who want to be president. Instead we would be able to spend quality time on one.
We would be guided by what is right and good.
Our taxes would be paid.
The tax and duty collectors would be fair and honest.
We would find solutions that are win-win for all.
We would see that what is good for business, is good for labor, is good for government, is good for country.
We would work hard without feeling like life is not fair.
We would be happy when someone else succeeds.
We would appreciate it when leaders must be tough and would be willing to be enthusiastic followers.
We would be willing to learn from lifes experiences, and move on to better things.
We would be courageous and ambitious because our actions are not ours.
We would do our best and make the results pure and heartfelt offerings to God.
We would become happy, contented and abundant.