The man incessantly puffs out wisp of smoke from the
cigarette. He seemed to be oblivious to the people around him who were inhaling
the big percentage of that deadly cloud. I tried to grab his attention by
coughing and sneezing showing to him that I was indubitably suffering with his
lack of concern.
But he continued to enjoy his cigarette as if there’s no more
tomorrow. I heaved a sigh of surrender then tried to muster deep long breaths
to silently endure his torture...
Finding one’s self face to face with rude, inconsiderate and
ruthless people is perhaps the most atrocious experience one could ever have.
Whenever I do, I usually try to stretch my patience by having
this mind exercise…I would imagine that person fresh from his/ her mother’s womb.
Unscathed, untainted, so innocent and human…
When we are seething in anger, we call people with inordinate
names enough to summon a howling wind or maybe a tsunami to hit him/ her. But
you see I do believe that in every person’s heart (even a murderer) there lays
a dormant kindness waiting to be unfurled.
Beneath the flaws we see on the surface are the unique
qualities that separate us from other creations…traits that make man human.
The ability to empathize is perhaps top on my list. The short
statement “I understand…” denotes a multi-layered meaning. It conveys
unspoken words such as… “I feel your pain.” “I love you.” “I’m
here.” “I care.” “I want to hug you.”
Iron resolve is sometimes just a mask that hides the pain. I
know that there is nobody as numb with the feelings of others as he claims to
be. It’s just a façade in the world of pretense.
Apparently as we journeyed through life what we have mastered
is the art of hiding…the skill of concealing our real feelings. (Like that man
who buried himself in the shade of his cigarette). We normally resort to things
that will make us look as strong as Atlas who can carry the burden of the World.
Unbeknownst to us admitting defeat doesn’t make us less
human. What’s wrong with saying “I get hurt, can I cry first?” Nothing, it only says we
can feel like a normal being does. As long as after we dry the tears we will
stand again then continue fighting.
Then, we have the greatest virtue of all- the ability to
love. The big word can be seen in small acts of kindness everyday. In our haste
to criticize others we often neglect those little humane deeds.
Lastly, man becomes more human by his sensitivity towards
others. I want to continue believing that each one of us has the power to
unfold the sleeping benevolence in every person’s heart.
It is that belief that makes me persist with my
dream in making a difference in my own small way…
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"Madaling maging tao, pero mahirap magpakatao" (its easy to be human, but it's hard to act as one)...
ReplyDeleteI always encounter people who act like one but becomes different at your back... They become themselves. And they are everywhere....
As a Christian, it would be nice to know that God is everywhere, too. Just be filled with His spirit and He'll guide us and lead the way He wants us to be. Just be true to ousrselves. stop wearing the mask and be the real human He wants us to be.
Warrior is a Child is a favorite. How I love this song! Thanks for sharing, Nins!
God bless!
Thanks Rahamitz for that beautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteThe Warrior is a Child captures the essence of a fighter hiding in a courageous heart that's why it is a very meaningful song.
Thanks again for the visit.
I admire your idealism. I am sure that with your posts you are inspiring others to be the same. That means you are making a difference already in your own small way. Your words evoke that feeling of believing again that the world will still be a better a place.Maybe we should all be dreamers? 8-) Best regards :D
ReplyDeleteThanks Craig...:)
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