It is also when I ride jeeps that sudden rush of writing about anything overflows my system. Unfortunately, I can't just scribble easily as the transport traverses the eternal rough roads of the metro and as I struggle to hold on to the railings to keep myself from falling and rolling to the streets through to my ugly, messy, and sensationalized last minutes on earth. Ugh, enough morbidity.
Last Sunday evening, in the jeep, on my way home, I was at a state of trans again. I believe I was thinking about what else to write about. As the driver sped off as if he rides the president of the US who could be assassinated if he slowed down for a split second, the topic to this entry was barely visible; though I saw him and it clearly, nonetheless.
In black spray paint, his wheels bore the words: God is good.
Ceteris paribus, I agree, no questions asked.
However, I thought: If I would be in the same position as he is, will I still agree to that? If one day I wake up pushing wagons until the dead of the night with nowhere to possibly park my house, will I still let the words represent my faith?
Today's world is full of crap--pardon the word (If a cold blooded murderer like Teehankee Jr gets a pardon, everybody else should do, right PGMA?).
There are unimaginable crimes happening by the minute; even children get killed unwittingly for reasons no one can ever contemplate. Graft and corruption are plaguing every country, and in each, the consequences always fall on the shoulders of small people--those people who work their bodies off until their every nerve gets numb from exhaustion only to be able to put a single meal on their dinner table. Unexpected pregnancies are on the rise. Underemployment and unemployment rates are also on the fast track. Prices of basic needs are climbing at a rate an average person cannot cope with.
More and more Filipinos are leaving the comfort of the native land just to seek for that so-called greener pasture only to end up being physically, mentally, and emotionally battered. It is also of worth to mention that the Philippine government has failed miserably over and over in giving assistance and guidance to most of these bagong bayani who suffer from primitive and uncivilized acts that send them sailing in a vessel on their untimely and irreversible bitter trip home, without much ado to the permanent damage done to their loved ones.
There are a lot to complain about. From the slightest split ends on your hair to the poverty-stricken country you call home, unending questions of "why me" hound our everyday lives. Even if you have a decent home and job, you still find things to rant about; what more should you be pushing a wagon under the unforgiving heat of the sun or through the heavy and angry fall of rain?
If a simple man just like that one I saw can still see the good in God, thus, in his life, despite his societal situation, how come more and more better off people are coming up with excuses to blame God for their every failure or disappointment?
I really don't have answers to those questions.
It is just a breath of fresh air to see such display of optimism in times of definite and seemingly hopeless quicksand of pessimism.
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