The truth behind dreams. . .
Everyday I go to school to attend my class, by this day we started to discuss all about Dreams. Our teacher asked what are our dreams all about. The word dream is a general word and it is so hard to discuss, I know that for a student like me it is too easy to say what are my dreams once I graduated. . .
But as the discussion goes on, I have thrown a killer question regarding our topic which has made the whole class disturb. This was the question – “How come will you say if the people around you don’t have such dream like us?” I know It’s too ridiculous to throw that kind of question to the class because everyone do have their own dreams. I ask that question because I am pertaining to the people who are living on the sidewalks, the people who don’t have their own home. Everyday as I walk down that street I am bothered and pity to those people especially the old mother kneeling begging for some money for her grand children. She considers her place as her sanctuary where she could find money and safetiness for her. Grandmother is in a pitiable state and almost crying for the sake of money. I soliloquized and said, “How my dreams would be worthwhile if I am the only one who enjoying it while somebody is suffering a sorrowful life?”
Even me was approached by grandmother but I refused to give her even a cent. I pity her but I don’t even regret on what I have done. Once I passed her I even hear her voice asking, “Maawa na kayo, pahingi lang kahit kaunti para sa mga apo ko.” I almost cry. Her pathetic voice was engaging me to give her pennies but by that time I don’t have any.
By this time, while I’m typing this article there are lots of question kept on playing in my mind. How will our dreams help others? How will our life become worthwhile? What is my role in my country? Is it really me the one who is obliged to help them? How. . .
You have you ever asked?
The truth behind dreams. . .
Everyday I go to school to attend my class, by this day we started to discuss all about Dreams. Our teacher asked what are our dreams all about. The word dream is a general word and it is so hard to discuss, I know that for a student like me it is too easy to say what are my dreams once I graduated. . .
But as the discussion goes on, I have thrown a killer question regarding our topic which has made the whole class disturb. This was the question – “How come will you say if the people around you don’t have such dream like us?” I know It’s too ridiculous to throw that kind of question to the class because everyone do have their own dreams. I ask that question because I am pertaining to the people who are living on the sidewalks, the people who don’t have their own home. Everyday as I walk down that street I am bothered and pity to those people especially the old mother kneeling begging for some money for her grand children. She considers her place as her sanctuary where she could find money and safetiness for her. Grandmother is in a pitiable state and almost crying for the sake of money. I soliloquized and said, “How my dreams would be worthwhile if I am the only one who enjoying it while somebody is suffering a sorrowful life?”
Even me was approached by grandmother but I refused to give her even a cent. I pity her but I don’t even regret on what I have done. Once I passed her I even hear her voice asking, “Maawa na kayo, pahingi lang kahit kaunti para sa mga apo ko.” I almost cry. Her pathetic voice was engaging me to give her pennies but by that time I don’t have any.
By this time, while I’m typing this article there are lots of question kept on playing in my mind. How will our dreams help others? How will our life become worthwhile? What is my role in my country? Is it really me the one who is obliged to help them? How. . .
You have you ever asked?
