John Lee Wagas
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I’ve always found it hard to forgive myself, especially when I know for sure that I’ve caused something that went awry. Yet it’s one thing to be hard on myself in the moment, but another to bear the cringe, guilt, and disappointment that lingers afterward. The feeling is beyond ick—it’s one that comes with a…
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Within our hearts is a longing for something, a desire to find that missing puzzle piece and fix it into place. It’s not likely that we already know what it is. If we do, we may occasionally have moments where we question if it truly is the fulfillment of our longing. However identifiable or indescribable…
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It is said that people who refuse to recognize the flaws in something are wearing rose-tinted glasses—willingly and consciously denying an aspect of reality and choosing to stick with their own version of current affairs. Maybe they hate to see something they hold dear unravel before their very eyes. Or maybe it’s the belief that…
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Often the Middle Ages are distilled to a handful of elements—castles, feudalism, monarchy, religion, and folklore. But as with any historical period, dominant perspectives and popular culture shape how we view, understand, and engage with the past. The Middle Ages is no different, but we must take this into further consideration when seeking to find…
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“Puhon, anak. Say ‘puhon.’” It was my dad more than my mom who reminded me of this. Funny enough, my dad’s native tounge was Tagalog; it was my mom who taught him Bisaya. Yet she would never be the one to remind me—part of me always wondered why. But what mattered more to me was…
John Lee Wagas 