Sa krus na landas
Tulad ng isang traysikel, kailangan ng gasolina upang tumakbo. Ang buhay ay ganyan pipiliting uusad at tiyak na makakawala ka sa lunod ng sakit at hirap. Kaya dapat lumaban, magmadali, tulinan ang takbo sapagkat sa dako pa roon.. sa dulo ng landas, naroon ang liwanag. Iyan ay isang paghamon sa buhay.
Ako ay isang estudyante at sa isang pribadong paaralan nagaaral, nagsisikap upang makapagtapos at nang matulungan ang pamilya. Bilang isang batang binusog sa pagmamahal at pag aalaga ng mga magulang sa pagsasaka, napag-isip ko ang hirap na pinagdadaraanan nila, makatuntong lamang ako ng kolehiyo. Tama nga, sa pagkakataong ito'y kailangan ang tatag at tibay ng loob.
Sa mundo ng katotohanan, kailangan ng sikap at tiyaga sa pagtahak sa landas ng buhay at pangarap na dumating ang araw na maging maayos rin ang lahat. Mabigat ang mga paang pilit kong hinahakbang tungo sa labasan ng eskwelahan, naghihintay ng masasakyang traysikel sa daang Quezon Boulevard. Nagmamadali. Dumukot ako ng sampung piso sa aking sira't mabahong pitaka at binayad kay manong drayber. Sinuklian nya lamang ako ng apat na piso. Kulang, dapat limang piso yun. Alam ko na karapatan kong magbayad ng mas mababa kaysa sa rgular na pamasahe bilang isang etudyanteng walang sariling pinagkakakitaan. Ngunit hindi ko sila masisisi sapagkat tulad ng aking ama na pumapasada sa kanyang habal-habal araw-araw ay idinidiin rin ang mas mataaas na pamasahe dahil sa lumulubong presyo ng gasolina.
Gabi na. Nagsisimula nang dumilat- pumikit ang may iba't- ibang kulay na liwanag sa plaza. Bumaba ako sa PROBANK malapit sa SM na kamakailan lamang ay binomba ng mga di kilalang suspek. Pakay ko dun ang maginquire at baka may nagpadala ng pera para sa duty ko sa Cotabato. Kelangan ko kasi ng apat na libo. Sa kasamaang palad, wala. Tumuloy ako sa paglalakad patungong sakayan dun sa terminal kina pao-pao, nang tumambad sa akin malapit sa footluckers ang isang lalaking nakahiga, nakasigarilyo, nakamedyas, gulanit ang kasuotan at parang ilang taon na ring hindi naliligo. Naitanong ko tuloy, Hanggang kailan kaya siya sa lugar na ito at umaasa sa mga baryang natatanggap mula sa mga taong dumadaan? Isang kalokohan kung iisipin wala nang bukas mula sa karimlan ng pagkasiphayo na abot- tanaw sa lahat ng dako.
Kumakalam na ang aking sikmura dala marahil ng gutom. Sino nga ba ang nagsabing madali lalo na kung hinahabol mo ang deadline ng iyong project. Nakatitig ka pa rin sa mga materyales ngunit di mo pa rin matatapos. Tanghali na at di ka pa rin nakakaalis sa iyong inuupuan. Hanggang sa lumubog na ang araw matapos lamang. Hindi nga madaling maging estudyante. Bumili ako ng tatlong pisong tinapay sa Manolette. Habang kinukuha ng tindera ang aking inorder, napatingin ako sa isang matandang babae, wari nakapikit ang mga mata dahil siguro sa katandaan, may lata malapit sa kanyang mga paa, may kunting barya. Kasama nya ang isang batang lalake marahil apo nya. Mga sampung taong gulang at marungis. Ganun ko na lamang naisip kung gaano ako kaswerte. Nasaan kaya ang mga magulang ng batang iyon? May kinabukasan pa kaya siya?
Mahalaga ang determinasyon sa sarili. Muling nagbalik sa aking isipan ang larawan ng lalaking nakahiga, matandang babaeng nanglilimos at ang batang madungis.
Salamat na lamang at hindi pa huli ang lahat. Habang hinahakbang ko ang aking mga paa, huwag sana ako maligaw, matalunton ko sa sana ang tunay na hakbang nito. At huwag ko sanang sapitin ang karupukan. Sa paglalakbay sa liku- likong daan, di kabisado ang bawat yapak subalit sa'n man dalhin dapat bumangon pa rin.
Point of Intersection
I commute more than 15 kilometers each day, with a passenger multicab as the means to reach the school from home. It seemed no better than a pilgrimage to Mt. Calvary when I saw two death spots of the past two tragedies.
The sites were living stories of the what happened during the ill-fated incidents. True enough, they just make matters worse for the aggrieved parties. The issue of care is in full view for the people after the tragic incidents on October 10 and 28 which pilfered innocent lives, injured several others and wasted too much for living.
A powerful bomb on the municipal hall was launched point- black to a fair at night with people around in the celebration of the town's foundation anniversary. It claimed six innocent lives and more than 30 others injured.
Upon evaluating this, I have learned that there is a demand of peace. Most of our lives we've been praying for peace. But it seems impossible when everybody could see that peace being held in captive, struggling to be set free. The current news about bombing has allegedly urged nations to produce armaments that have perhaps drawn no end to these coercions. Conspicuously, in large areas here in Mindanao, these inhumane acts are a constant treat, If we only could get rid of the violence and let humanity grow then maybe that's when peace will fly again.
Last October 28 at around 2:30 pm, I received a text message from our group leader to meet for final adjustments of our grand case presentation I couldn't understand how I felt that afternoon, something will happen and wouldn't like it for sure. So I decided not to attend even though it's very important. It was the time I felt bitter to leave. Few minutes after, my cousin Eugene told us that there was a road accident at Sitio Patulangon. Its ten kilometers away from our place. There were already 45 reported deaths. I was shocked. Thank God, I didn’t go. That time, I heard someone screaming near our house. It was an ale, her tears came out with deep, loud groans. She even thought of having herself run over moreso, she wants to have herself killed. Those around tried to calm her. Her relatives Nenita, 34; Nenitas daughter Geraline, 17 and Joebert, 5 were involved in that accident. They were in a passenger multicab bound to Makilala bringing clothes for their relative held in jail the night before the accident. Nenita and Geraline died while Joseph was identified injured and confined in a hospital at Kidapawan. The two buried last Saturday.
The said accident recorded 18 fatalities and more than 10 identified injured. It occurred around 3:30 on Sunday afternoon.
The unfortunate events have seeded its wrath, and to most people, it would take away lives of scores. Every place has been put onto suspicion. Everyone gets feared that anytime a bomb could explode. Is there any place in the world worth to be called safe? I guess none. For its only our trust in Him that would make us safe.
Unknown, unwanted, untitled
This is not what I'm expecting. Why must there be a love like this- unknown, unwanted, untitled?
I guess I didn't really make her feel I was capable of love, for whatever its worth. At first, she gave up. She texted me to end our relationship. A senseless relationship. I can't blame her. It's my fault. I won't deny that! I was to blame for our senseless relationship. The second time, she gave me a chance. But still I'm a no show.
She's now working in Digos after her two years pharmacy Aide studies. I'm low in money and I'm really busy so I cannot visit her. This went for five months already. But I texted her just to let her know that she's special. But I feel incomplete. It's not enough. I love her. I know that it's real, I feel it and I keep it. But why must there be a love like this when it's paints and its happiness are untitled? There's something missing.
She's perfect. My friends told me she's rare. Yes! In fact, she's beyond compare. She have many opportunities to meet other gentlemen who are potential life partners. She deserves it! Did I just throw away something- and- someone- that just needed my time and love?
I must admit. I wasn't that good. But I'm trying to reach her. And hoping that tomorrow I'll be able to get through.
*PICTURE: The place where we last time met
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