Even though my heart is filled with darkness there is still a part of it that still cares,that love and get hurt...
Once under a heavy rain I feel like crying standing alone in the corner outside a store. I pity the old beggars down the sidewalk of the school. Every afternoon they sit in there and open there hands to passers by like me and I could not help but pity them, it's not all the time that I have some money to give and I always feel guilty every time I feel so happy or if I came from a happy meal spending over what is more than just what I have to spend. That afternoon it was drizzling as I was running I saw them soak in the rain before they seek a place to shed. I don't know why but deep within me I wanted to help them somehow,someday. I could not pretend all the time that I didn't notice them when everyday I am a witness to all man's sufferings and pain and most of all their struggle to live this life full of sacrifices,difficulties,treachery and poverty. I am not rich, I have no enough money to help them. They are more unfortunate than me.
I have a home, a family to run to, a shelter, clothes,money,food, I study at a prestigious school and I wonder why even if it seems to be okay I still want more, wish for more to think that I'm lucky enough to have the common necessities that I needed. I couldn't be satisfied with what I have right now though sometimes I tend to be contented of it. I know for sure I'm looking for that something that would fill the emptiness I feel all the time.
In this world you would always go through a time of your life where life seems to be perfect that you could almost see your tomorrow molded and shaped so vividly that you could almost touch it and get hold of it with your bare hands and take control of it but it doesn't seem to last forever that way if you choose to break it with your own hands. We always have to remember that we are not the one's in control of our future we are only the driver of our own life, where we choose to go and where we choose to pass is our own decision.
Me, I choose the long and hard way wherein learning would always take time. Where regret is along the way. Where my past keeps on hunting me. Where realization that life is unfair is so vividly placed in front of my two eyes!! that no matter which way I choose to go I can see poverty all around....
...old beggars.street children,homeless old people,lolas' and lolos' soak in sweat around the corner,hunchbacks-old people running the busy street under the piercing heat of the sun selling cigarettes and candies earning so little,hunger and weariness,due to old age,can be seen in their hollow eyes-----all these I see by my own two eyes!!!
___-----my heart is fill with nothing else but PITY for them.......
I don't have to wonder why, I have a lola and lolo at home,there old but still there still working so hard for me and my brother. They are the one's sending me to school and they are the one's that are giving us everything. I could not help but feel guilty 'cause I am the one responsible for their hardwork and hardships. I love them so much and I would do just everything to return more than what they have given me.....
my H♥RT is in pain not because it's breaking but because it sees the reality that my mind tries to ignore...
Once under a heavy rain I feel like crying standing alone in the corner outside a store. I pity the old beggars down the sidewalk of the school. Every afternoon they sit in there and open there hands to passers by like me and I could not help but pity them, it's not all the time that I have some money to give and I always feel guilty every time I feel so happy or if I came from a happy meal spending over what is more than just what I have to spend. That afternoon it was drizzling as I was running I saw them soak in the rain before they seek a place to shed. I don't know why but deep within me I wanted to help them somehow,someday. I could not pretend all the time that I didn't notice them when everyday I am a witness to all man's sufferings and pain and most of all their struggle to live this life full of sacrifices,difficulties,treachery and poverty. I am not rich, I have no enough money to help them. They are more unfortunate than me.
I have a home, a family to run to, a shelter, clothes,money,food, I study at a prestigious school and I wonder why even if it seems to be okay I still want more, wish for more to think that I'm lucky enough to have the common necessities that I needed. I couldn't be satisfied with what I have right now though sometimes I tend to be contented of it. I know for sure I'm looking for that something that would fill the emptiness I feel all the time.
In this world you would always go through a time of your life where life seems to be perfect that you could almost see your tomorrow molded and shaped so vividly that you could almost touch it and get hold of it with your bare hands and take control of it but it doesn't seem to last forever that way if you choose to break it with your own hands. We always have to remember that we are not the one's in control of our future we are only the driver of our own life, where we choose to go and where we choose to pass is our own decision.
Me, I choose the long and hard way wherein learning would always take time. Where regret is along the way. Where my past keeps on hunting me. Where realization that life is unfair is so vividly placed in front of my two eyes!! that no matter which way I choose to go I can see poverty all around....
...old beggars.street children,homeless old people,lolas' and lolos' soak in sweat around the corner,hunchbacks-old people running the busy street under the piercing heat of the sun selling cigarettes and candies earning so little,hunger and weariness,due to old age,can be seen in their hollow eyes-----all these I see by my own two eyes!!!
___-----my heart is fill with nothing else but PITY for them.......
I don't have to wonder why, I have a lola and lolo at home,there old but still there still working so hard for me and my brother. They are the one's sending me to school and they are the one's that are giving us everything. I could not help but feel guilty 'cause I am the one responsible for their hardwork and hardships. I love them so much and I would do just everything to return more than what they have given me.....
my H♥RT is in pain not because it's breaking but because it sees the reality that my mind tries to ignore...
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