I said god damn...god damn!!! -- Mia Wallace after sniffing coke
In A Perfect World
March 1, 2009In a perfect world everyone should be living a comfortable life. No one should be thriving in the “poorest of the poor” areas. Everyone should really experience unrequitted love. No one is entitled to pain…grief…missery. Not even thinking on how to hurt somebody else. Prejudice should be the last thing on Earth. Considering killing/kidnapping/stealing etc… as a lucrative career is never an option.
No matter what tantamount effort one would exert, life will never be fair.
And ironic as it may seem, that is how our lives become beautiful. It adds a certain twist that makes it full of substance.
And why am I lecturing about life on this entry? Well, I really don’t know. Maybe beacuse I have come across various experiences lately that make me impatient. Or you could blame it on the different types of people I have met recently. Could also be the books that I just finished.
Aaaargh. I’m just too anxious to leave Manila. Too anxious to think of many ways on how to spend the tons of money that will come along my way. Whew!
There’s an ongoing party here at home. I am here inside my room. I am too lazy to mingle at chat with the visitors. No time for casual talks… I just want to pack my stuff and fly right now.
Random thoughts: Early part of 2009 my mom and I went to Quaipo. Feast of the Black Nazarene. The whole church is already jam packed as early as that time. God knows how hard I prayed not be part of a stampede or what not. It suddenly hit me that Filipinos still have FAITH - big time faith. I mean, despite all the hardships that this country has to offer - many of them - erase - all of them still believe that one day things will be fine. What’s my point? I tell you what - when I started running, I go to the chapel afterwards to thank Him for giving me enough strenth to finish a couple of kilometers. Funny how I offer each run i make to something that I wish for. (eg: a job that I really like, an application that I am dying to be approved…) And that is how I have come to know that true meaning of Faith. Of trust. The true meaning of holding into things that you really believe in. The feeling is just surreal to be with those people in Quiapo that morning.
