isya2
What I wanted to be when I grow up is to be a teacher. Ever since I was a child I wanted to be a teacher. I am fascinated by their dedication to their work. A work that is dedicated - almost an act of heroism. A work that needs love and patience. I admire them for sacrificing most of their time working, checking papers and computing grades. I salute to them for the love they gave out to every student they have. So I’m going to live up my dream when I grow up, after I graduate. This is also why I am doing all my best. I plan to teach here in the Philippines - in the remote areas -because teachers are more needed there.
I just can’t understand why people choose to go and leave the country. I cannot understand why they don’t choose to follow their dreams - of not living their dreams. They live other’s dream or what others want for them. Everybody wants to go out of this country and find a good paying job. What about their dreams? Did they live their life to the fullest? Why live for the money and not for happiness? All these questions are popping out of my mind, like a crazy person. As time passes by and as I got older, I tend to think of these things.
Why choose the field you don’t want and sacrifice everything for something you don’t want - spending the rest of your life dealing with it and not being happy at all? I choose the profession of teaching because I see myself happy in that field - contented and happy. I see myself smiling and laughing with the kids I will teach in the future. I see myself preparing the lessons I’m going to teach. Just thinking of these thoughts and I’m already smiling, and I already feel happy. It’s just that I see myself as a social worker, just like my parents who are into helping people through environment and “makabayang paglilingkod”. I think this is the line I’m into. This is what I intend to do. This is why I’m alive. This is my purpose in life. This is what the Great Spirit has planned for me.
I have been wanting to write about this in the Inquirer Newspaper for the Youngblood section a long time ago. I love this section so much because I am inspired by everything I read here. I thought writing pieces like this would inspire other readers like me, both young and old. This might inspire them to think of what they are going to do and what they are doing with their life right now, hoping they would see what they really want. I chose this topic also because I want to share the things I am thinking not just for the sake of doing my project but also because of the sad reality that is on. Everybody’s picking the course on nursing even if they don’t want it. They just want to go out and have fat money in their pockets and wallets.
I remember my Grandmother convincing me to take up nursing, so I can easily go to the United States and earn a big amount of money. Then I can apply for American Citizenship and migrate there. Every time she calls, she would always tell me this. You’ll hear her saying, “Iha, have you thought about it?” I always tell her that I’ll think about it. And then she will say so many more things about the American dream. How easy it is to go… and the rest was blah blah blah. I wanted to tell her that I don’t want this! I’m not for the American dream. I’m not for the amount of money I’m going to make. As my parents would always say, you should be happy with what you’re doing. While you’re happy you should be doing something good for the people. Whatever you do, whoever you are, remember to serve the people.
In my own opinion I don’t waste my precious time here. There’s a lot to do and to work on, a lot of things to change and opportunities to grab. So, I will live my life to the fullest and follow my dreams wherever it may take me, and be glad to know, that I had lived my life into something. Something that I won’t regret, I’ll be happy while living because it is a privilege.
Monday, June 06, 2005
afternoon
isya2
Completely drained.
Last time after one of my final sessions with the Review center.
I went to my Ninong to borrow some money.
And I was given the extra price that I did not bargain for.
Well, that would be another story.
On my way back from U.P. I didn't had a hard time
getting a jeepney going to Philcoa.
It was an easy ride.
After getting at Philcoa.
I had to get another jeepney Anonas
that would drop me near our place.
But at that time the crazy clouds were swallowing the sunset colored
sky.
Ready to eat the sky it was scary
its like your in a movie
which has the theme end of the world.
That was the scene and you can feel that a heavy rain
will come pouring down ready to shower you with its
warm liquid.
I also did'nt had hard time getting a jeepney going to anonas.
It was easy and it was spacious like no one is traveling the
same destination as mine.
I was glad that I got that jeepney it was a blessing.
It was a hot night like any other night that passed.
Like I always do I sat on the end of the jeepney because that
is my spot.
Even though I had a accident this early year at that accidental spot.
I still want to be near the drivers seat.
It was strange that day.
I was feeling something like it was a very hard week
for everbody.
I was gazing through the horizon of quezon city
the pollution is choking the city.
It was davestating.
Well the rain came pouring down
And it was like the hardest day of everbody's lives.
My eyes were focus on the driver of that jeepney.
He was trying to get as many passengers he can get
but there is no one riding the jeepney I am in.
Then the driver started counting the money he had earned
for the whole day
and I can tell by the looks of his face it wasnt enough.
Then he started to look at the passengers seats but it wasnt
even filled.
His eyes was full of sadness and hardship.
You can see it at the old mans eyes.
Then it started raining and the hot air rises from the ground.
The sight was heartbreaking.
I wanted to cry right there and then the tears were gathering
at the side of my eyes.
I was ready to cry.
But I cant cry there.
I am ashamed to cry at that time.
The rain was heavy when I reached my destination.
That I have to run as fast as I can to get a shade form the
drumming rain.
I got a tricycle to reach our house that it still far from the main road.
The tears rolled down my face.
I was damped with rain.
Is this real world I am living in.
Is this is how hard to live in the world.
It is so sad that many people cannot afford to live in this country.
Poor we are.
Those who are working so hard dont get to earn money too much or
just enough for them.
It is always less and less.
I am sad that this is reality.
Why should this be happening to those who should be more blessed.
Are we hopeless.
Is there not a thing I can do about it.
This is such a sad world.
Completely drained.
Last time after one of my final sessions with the Review center.
I went to my Ninong to borrow some money.
And I was given the extra price that I did not bargain for.
Well, that would be another story.
On my way back from U.P. I didn't had a hard time
getting a jeepney going to Philcoa.
It was an easy ride.
After getting at Philcoa.
I had to get another jeepney Anonas
that would drop me near our place.
But at that time the crazy clouds were swallowing the sunset colored
sky.
Ready to eat the sky it was scary
its like your in a movie
which has the theme end of the world.
That was the scene and you can feel that a heavy rain
will come pouring down ready to shower you with its
warm liquid.
I also did'nt had hard time getting a jeepney going to anonas.
It was easy and it was spacious like no one is traveling the
same destination as mine.
I was glad that I got that jeepney it was a blessing.
It was a hot night like any other night that passed.
Like I always do I sat on the end of the jeepney because that
is my spot.
Even though I had a accident this early year at that accidental spot.
I still want to be near the drivers seat.
It was strange that day.
I was feeling something like it was a very hard week
for everbody.
I was gazing through the horizon of quezon city
the pollution is choking the city.
It was davestating.
Well the rain came pouring down
And it was like the hardest day of everbody's lives.
My eyes were focus on the driver of that jeepney.
He was trying to get as many passengers he can get
but there is no one riding the jeepney I am in.
Then the driver started counting the money he had earned
for the whole day
and I can tell by the looks of his face it wasnt enough.
Then he started to look at the passengers seats but it wasnt
even filled.
His eyes was full of sadness and hardship.
You can see it at the old mans eyes.
Then it started raining and the hot air rises from the ground.
The sight was heartbreaking.
I wanted to cry right there and then the tears were gathering
at the side of my eyes.
I was ready to cry.
But I cant cry there.
I am ashamed to cry at that time.
The rain was heavy when I reached my destination.
That I have to run as fast as I can to get a shade form the
drumming rain.
I got a tricycle to reach our house that it still far from the main road.
The tears rolled down my face.
I was damped with rain.
Is this real world I am living in.
Is this is how hard to live in the world.
It is so sad that many people cannot afford to live in this country.
Poor we are.
Those who are working so hard dont get to earn money too much or
just enough for them.
It is always less and less.
I am sad that this is reality.
Why should this be happening to those who should be more blessed.
Are we hopeless.
Is there not a thing I can do about it.
This is such a sad world.
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