Picture-less Post #32: one of them, one of us

I just saw an old man in dirty rugged clothes crossing the street of Buendia in Makati. He was crossing with us; we, in corporate attire, ready to begin another boring day at work. 

Helplessness. That’s how I felt when I saw him. I wondered if he has or had a family. I wondered what happened and what put him in the streets. I wondered if there will be people that would help him.

Idealistic. That’s how I was when I was back in college. I thought I could help change the world. Or do a little thing that might create a ripple effect to positively help our dying world. Keyword: was.

Most people don’t tend to approach dirty, in-need, who have apparent mental illness person that we see in the streets. 

I thought I was different. I was not. I was also one of them. Those people who feels helpless at first but chooses to ignore and reason out that we have our own priorities. That we are also in need but we thrive. I am one of them. And I feel guilty about it.

These words that I write while sitting inside a church, wouldn’t matter. This is just me blabbering and wondering if Jesus was walking the earth today, what miracle would he do? What will he do to us, selfish people. Isn’t not our responsibility to give a hand? 

Ranting. This is what this is. Though, I think a little prayer wouldn’t hurt, right?

I do believe in miracles. It won’t be me who first casts the net but I pray someone will. 

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Picture-less Post #31: blessing

Musing again.

I have a habit of reading during lights off. Just the phone or a little lamp as a source of light. 

Suddenly I thought, what if something bad happen to my eyesight? What if I suddenly go blind?

Just the thought made me cry. 

I realize that we sometimes, no, most of the time take for granite our senses. Seeing is a blessing as much as touching, as hearing, as tasting and as smelling. What will I do, I’m the breadwinner? I’m thinking of work, possible opportunities for the disabled. I don’t really like that word. But what if it happen to me or someone I love? I’m deeply saddened and rattled by the thought. Thus I say a little prayer: 

Lord, thank you for the blessings- for My body and mind; and my saved soul. Help those who are in need. Everything you do is for a reason. Those who are tried are blessing and strong. Thank you for being there always. We may feel alone at times, but I know you’re still there. Remove my anxiety and worries Oh Lord. Hear our prayers. Amen.

For those who are fortunate enough, please see the charities and foundations below my site. These are organizations that are legit and are doing their best in changing people’s lives.

Take care guys.

Picture-less Post #30: late night musing

Sometimes, what we fear the most is what we become. 
Never underestimate words. It could start a war.

Opportunities are always there. It’s your choice to grab them.

Nothing will change if you don’t start to act.

It’s time to forgive myself.

 It’s not about what you deserve or what you must got, it’s appreciating what’s infront of you.

Kindness is free.

Small actions can lift a city. It’s called ripple effect. 

Don’t regret giving.

Always pay it forward.

Picture-less Post #28: Morning musing of an evening person

Still.
When most people are in deep slumber, some are energized, can’t help but wonder how they look forward to waking and starting the day before dawn. I’m not a morning person. I’d rather lose a lot of sleep than trying to wake earlier than a rooster.

Now, I’m ranting and this is my first post of 2015. I have no photo to share because its too dark for my phone camera. My body aches for my bed. Haha! If I value time, this is the best way to show it. Never miss a bit.
Most morning people are nice. Hahaha! Just an observation. And I guess they are that discipline.

Enough with the nonsense talk.
Music is keeping me awake and is rolling my imagination with the what ifs ans what nots.

Starting the day. Hope you reading will have a great day ahead. 🙂

Good morning

Picture-less Post 26: on commute

We don’t have a car so I take a commute to and from the office. And with my everyday journey, I see different people.

Waiting over an hour, I saw a mother trying to calm her son. He’s maybe a year old or so. I suddenly miss my daughter. Its hard to travel with a kid. Waiting for hours in long lines, hungry, humid, hot… Poor kid. I was like that before. So I tried not to bring my daughter out. Or if ever we have to travel, I make sure to have enough for taxi.

I gave them my fan. Well, goodbye my handy-dandy fan. I hope in the short while, he found comfort in that. 🙂

We waste so many time, energy and patience. Hope those who can ease the traffic in my country, well, do something about this problem. I think it is an effect of having a ‘growing’ or ‘developing’ economy. I rather spend time with my daughter teaching her things than being stuck.

Just some thoughts. my feet hurts. I wanna go home!!!