Dear Blog;
While sitting on my rocking chair at the balcony with a cup of coffee in my hand ever astonish by the spectacular view of the hiding Mr. Sun behind Mt. Apo I can hear the annoying yet joyful voices of the kids playing on the street. From where I am I had the view of our little street from end to end, there the kids are playing, running, shouting so much noise surely an old man would go out and nag at them, but there’s not. I’d love to do so for interrupting my mutual link between nature but when I realized I was like that when I used to be a kid I’ve no choice but to seat back and savor my coffee instead.
Looking back in my childhood where the world seems to be so huge you can’t measure it with your fingers, where you wake up each morning expecting nothing but fun, where you feel so safe from the monsters lurking in this world, where you have the freedom to speak what lies behind your tongue, and where being honest is effortless. Childhood is like the glimpse of eternal happiness, so pure, so clean.
Together with my older sisters and a circle of friends we would spend the whole day playing, playing, and playing. Rain or shine as long as we’re having fun but little did I know in such simple ways between playing and quarrels we’re also learning—we develop by ourselves a part of our personality.
But look at the kids nowadays; there are only a few who would play on the street ignorant of all the things this world ever has, while most of them are in internet shops gluing their butts on the chair building callus on their hands uttering words totally unpleasant to hear like it’s a needle directly pierced in your eardrums like you wanna super kick their mouths ‘til they puke blood and teeth fall off, but no, that isn’t absolutely the right to do. Meanwhile, when those kids are enjoying the limited childhood life and the other are building evil within their selves there are this unfortunate kids who struggle for life in a very young age, thankful enough to have their imaginary bed at the sidewalk, lucky enough to have a meal three times a day, these are the kids of direct assault from the evil monsters of this world.
Who would I blame? Their parents or those people who are unfair and don’t give a damn for the welfare of humanity? The community or the monsters that has the brain of a genius but without a heart of the nature? They say change is the only permanent thing in this world, but if change will bring sorrow and violence, despair and agony, is there anyway to stop it? If it is true that living in this world is by the concept of “survival of the fittest” should we left people behind close to hell? With all these questions my answer would be a BIG “I DON’T KNOW” if only I have power to heal every person I would have done it a long time ago, yes I know I don’t need to have any crap of whatever power it is to stretch out a helping hands. But I promise someday when fate agrees with me I will change the world for the good of everyone, I know it would be so little but big things starts from their. Until then I just hope I’ll wake up one day hearing only good news, which I think so impossible.
While sitting on my rocking chair at the balcony with a cup of coffee in my hand ever astonish by the spectacular view of the hiding Mr. Sun behind Mt. Apo I can hear the annoying yet joyful voices of the kids playing on the street. From where I am I had the view of our little street from end to end, there the kids are playing, running, shouting so much noise surely an old man would go out and nag at them, but there’s not. I’d love to do so for interrupting my mutual link between nature but when I realized I was like that when I used to be a kid I’ve no choice but to seat back and savor my coffee instead.
Looking back in my childhood where the world seems to be so huge you can’t measure it with your fingers, where you wake up each morning expecting nothing but fun, where you feel so safe from the monsters lurking in this world, where you have the freedom to speak what lies behind your tongue, and where being honest is effortless. Childhood is like the glimpse of eternal happiness, so pure, so clean.
Together with my older sisters and a circle of friends we would spend the whole day playing, playing, and playing. Rain or shine as long as we’re having fun but little did I know in such simple ways between playing and quarrels we’re also learning—we develop by ourselves a part of our personality.
But look at the kids nowadays; there are only a few who would play on the street ignorant of all the things this world ever has, while most of them are in internet shops gluing their butts on the chair building callus on their hands uttering words totally unpleasant to hear like it’s a needle directly pierced in your eardrums like you wanna super kick their mouths ‘til they puke blood and teeth fall off, but no, that isn’t absolutely the right to do. Meanwhile, when those kids are enjoying the limited childhood life and the other are building evil within their selves there are this unfortunate kids who struggle for life in a very young age, thankful enough to have their imaginary bed at the sidewalk, lucky enough to have a meal three times a day, these are the kids of direct assault from the evil monsters of this world.
Who would I blame? Their parents or those people who are unfair and don’t give a damn for the welfare of humanity? The community or the monsters that has the brain of a genius but without a heart of the nature? They say change is the only permanent thing in this world, but if change will bring sorrow and violence, despair and agony, is there anyway to stop it? If it is true that living in this world is by the concept of “survival of the fittest” should we left people behind close to hell? With all these questions my answer would be a BIG “I DON’T KNOW” if only I have power to heal every person I would have done it a long time ago, yes I know I don’t need to have any crap of whatever power it is to stretch out a helping hands. But I promise someday when fate agrees with me I will change the world for the good of everyone, I know it would be so little but big things starts from their. Until then I just hope I’ll wake up one day hearing only good news, which I think so impossible.
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