Mystify, Dramatize, Ponder

I have a lot of problems in my life, some small some big, even so there are others who have bigger problems than me. that's why when I tell my problems I don't relate to it to the highest or worst sense. I hate people who do that, thinking that they have it the worst, worse than 50-90 percent of the people in the world.

To some people, happiness is love, riches, fun and just living their day redundantly because they don't lack necessity. To some, happiness is finding a meal or scraps for their kids. Happiness is just being happy to see the sun for one more day in their war-torn location. Could these innocent (ignorant), closed (self-absorbed) people really be so dramatic while others are just happy being alive?

It breaks my heart more than anything that I walk by my school, and see that I am the only one who hands out some change to those homeless and in need. I get riled up by people who make excuses or with a mindset that these kids are scammers or part of a syndicate, that this homeless middle-aged bum is just going to by a beer with the coins he collects.

Even if those reasons have a knack of being true, percentages may vary from 15 to 99. It's just how could you pass by, not even thinking of the 1 percent chance that he is just a hungry person begging whatever he could just for a next meal?

At times I don't give, for whatever reason (no change, no money), but I always feel sad whenever I pass them by, and I always think for 5 minutes to 30 about the moment passed that I did not help a person who was 100 to a thousand times worse of than I. 

Damn it, really, most of the people walking there have 2 cell phones, an ipod, keys to a car, makeup that costs 3 to 4 zeroes and a wallet with more than 500 pesos cash for the day. How could you afford to not even glance at them? Hearts of stone?

MRT, North ave, the bridge:

There you will always see a woman who is in need of eye surgery, and a man in need of medical attention due to a neck affliction. For the past months I used the MRT North ave station for at least 2 times a month, I always give these two people the change I save over for them before going home, (except for one time I only gave the man, for I had money only for my MRT ride, Bus ride, I forgone riding the trike home). Three days ago I was there, I did not see the guy. If you are one of those who think about faking diseases first before anything, then, hope your always right. Chances are, YOU COULD be.

If anyone of us could have wishes, please, use one of them for more compassion and care around the world, or even just to open the eyes of those who refuse to see the reality of the less fortunate.

We all wish for a fairytale story, let our fairytale story be that of not only ourselves to matter.