earlier, i was on my way out for work when the vehicle of the city hall pound passed by me, and my heart broke. inside the grilled vehicle were (stray) dogs, about 4 of them, that were dirty from the street's grime and dirt, thin and badly needed some TLC obviously. i thought about our boys i left sleeping by mr p's feet, looked after, spoiled (by me!) and almost always, over-fed. when they are reprimanded and yes, spanked, for that much-needed discipline, i am left tearing up inside and torn. but remembering those dogs in that vehicle, whose future is so indefinite at this time, i am assured that the boys are loved after all.
and an hour ago, on my way to lunch and some errands, i passed by kids, no more than 5 years old, enjoying an unsupervised swim in a puddle of rain water, soaking in mud. i cannot imagine leaving kids that young unsupervised at home, moreso in the outside world, where crazy things happen. sometimes, while i do not want to look naive and appear judgmental, i wonder where their parents could be. i would want to try to empathize that life is not easy. in fact, it has been really trying lately but it'd be unfair to put myself in their shoes because i know that i am far privileged and yes, blessed. the shoes won't fit no matter how i attempt to.
then it hits me hard as i write ... all my recent dramas and impatience to things i have been waiting for are mere specks to the greater, more tragic realities of the World.
i am humbled.
and an hour ago, on my way to lunch and some errands, i passed by kids, no more than 5 years old, enjoying an unsupervised swim in a puddle of rain water, soaking in mud. i cannot imagine leaving kids that young unsupervised at home, moreso in the outside world, where crazy things happen. sometimes, while i do not want to look naive and appear judgmental, i wonder where their parents could be. i would want to try to empathize that life is not easy. in fact, it has been really trying lately but it'd be unfair to put myself in their shoes because i know that i am far privileged and yes, blessed. the shoes won't fit no matter how i attempt to.
then it hits me hard as i write ... all my recent dramas and impatience to things i have been waiting for are mere specks to the greater, more tragic realities of the World.
i am humbled.
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Yeah, I am always humbled whenever I witness people with a very difficult experience or in a very difficult situation. We complain and complain and we realize that our complaints are mere ka-OA-an or kaartehan lang at times, 'no? Hay.
I'm thankful I have a friend like you, Tita Pie, who keeps on reminding me that I am not alone. And that I am normal. :)
Loveyah! :)
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