In self-mastery class, one of the provocative mantras constantly hummed to our ears goes this way: "Every moment is a moment of choice, and every choice leads to results. We are responsible for our results." Nevermore is this mantra unnerving than now when we near the fork of the road, where one way leads south and the other leads west, always crossing, never meeting.
Three weeks ago I wrote about Waste to Worth, an initiative that would turn our unsegregated trash into diesel fuel and electricity. Last week I wrote about the Surallah Cluster Sanitary Landfill in South Cotabato where Gov. Daisy Fuentes successfully wrestled with the bane of solid waste management (SWM): garbage segregation at home. Because I am for segregation, my heart leans towards Surallah. But because we have scandalously failed at segregation, my brain is not giddy about letting Waste to Worth go. To choose one is to chuck the other, there cannot be 50 shades of gray. If we segregate garbage, completely or partially, there will not be enough trash to produce fuel and power. If we do not segregate for the purpose of turning waste to worth, we will never get into the discipline of segregation, and when systems fail us, as similar systems have in San Fernando, Pampanga and in Cebu, we will be left with tons of garbage we don't know what to do with. The choices are distinct, one leading south, the other headed west, always crossing, never meeting. And we have to choose only one.