This is just a quick post.
Last Wednesday night, our dog, Mr. Simba, passed away. It was tough. We treat our dogs like family. I was not able to sleep last Wednesday that I had to take a leave from work because of a severe headache.
After resting yesterday, I went home to see the grave of Simba. It became easier for me to accept that he was gone after seeing his grave and after being inside our house without him there wagging his tail and waiting to be petted. Petting Nala ONLY felt different. I got used to petting two dogs at a time. When Pillow was alive, I even had to pet three dogs at a time.
On my way back to Makati, I walked through the market place . It was so busy with people buying meat, fish, and vegetables. Then, it was also busy with people going home from work. And there also were the beggars begging for coins.
When I rode a jeepney, it was also full of people either going to work or going home from their jobs. And I'm not talking about white collar jobs. Most of them were working in blue collar jobs. In the jeepney, I was sitting beside a woman who has cancer. I didn't know where she had been or where she was going. Did she come from the hospital? Did she come from work despite her condition? I don't know.
Because my heart was still heavy from our loss, I could not help but get lost in my thoughts. There were so many questions in my mind:
Why do we work? Why do we have to go to other places just to work? Why do we have to go through all the hassle of commuting just to get to work? Yes, we'll be able to buy what we want. Yes, we'll be able to buy what we need. But for what?
When we die, what will happen? Do we really just pass through this life trying to make a living and chasing temporary highs? That, the more temporary highs we have, the more we can say that we lived?
What does it mean to live anyway?
Is there still hope for our country? For the world? Has the world, and the wealth distribution, come to the point where it has become irreversible? Should I accept poverty as a permanent fact of life?
Is there really anything I can do to make a difference? Can I really help all the people in need? (I was thinking, no, I was SEEING so many people in need that I thought a lifetime would not be enough for me to make even a small difference in each of their lives.) What can I do to impact all of their lives?
Can each and every one of the people in the world really live the life he wants to live? How about those I rode the jeepney with? How about those people I was with on the train?
How about the jeepney drivers? Is it really their passion to drive their jeepneys back and forth? Or do they just have no other choice?
How about the street children? Will they be able to live decently in the future if they "will" it?
I don't know the answer to any of those questions. But one thing is sure: We live in a broken world. The world is not fair. Not everyone will be able to live a decent life. Not everyone will be able to live the life he wants to live.
The only solution I can think of is if each and everyone of us start caring for one another and actually start doing something. And I mean EVERYONE.
It's not about politics. It's not about wealth redistribution. It's not about religion. It's about seeing and living in a better world, where everyone is happy, where everyone is equal, where everyone has equal opportunities to live decent lives, where everyone loves one another, and where everyone is doing what he or she is happy doing.
I am a hopeless idealist. But, I'd rather live my life hoping that the world can become a better place for everyone to live in than just accept the world as it is. But, I know that in order to accomplish that, everyone has to work together and change the very foundations and beliefs of this world.
Let's create a better world. Let's bring heaven here on earth.
PS. I just wish I don't get lazy on the 24th, when I would visit a foundation for street kids. I just really want to start helping the most needy. Because everyday, I'm starting to hate myself for always talking about it without really acting on it. I haven't been walking the talk. This time...I don't know. But I sure hope so!
PS2. When I got home...I just watched PBA! Congrats San Mig Super Coffee Mixers! What a game! I'm a Tim Cone fan since '97! Now, it's time to get back to work.