I can’t tell you personally or directly kasi nahihiya ako sa ano mang psychotic na sinabi or nagawa ko sayo. But I really do miss you. Please come back. You’re one of the highlights of my last best days of 2012 till my worst birthday. I want you back as my friend.
Why do people move?
“People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety.
Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others.
Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children.
Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.”
- Life Of Pi (Yann Martel)
These are the reasons why there are very competent Filipinos venturing out of the country to practice their crafts and make other nations use them.
These are also the reasons why I want to leave so badly.
Of all the years living here since I had the faculty of memory, seeing my father come and go with nothing positive to bring with him but his hope with God, his love and dreams for his family, I think I never saw justice. Maybe not just from us but what I see all around the streets, and primetime news.
A country is abundant for a reason. Same goes if it is right below halfway struggling from the planet’s core - a country doesn’t just belong in one of the “third-world situations” for nothing.
Maybe there are 5 people helping to make things better, but there are 10 heartless oafs making living worse for everybody but themselves.
It’s just sad. This place is always corrupt and it’s hard for me to place even the slightest hope in my heart not only for this place but also for the people. Including my future in this place.
Well, these are just my thoughts and opinions anyway. Something that a Celexa could fix in an instant… for a short time till it creeps up again. And again… because I’m not merely a pessimist, I’m a Realist.