“..these people are consuming our garbage for food, they have the entire stretch of the streets as office, the warm comfort of an old newaspaper as bed, how simpler could life get?”
alms.. alms.. alms..
Walking briskly through the city one night, a sudden gush of a rotten stench of some kind stole my attention, and when I turned, there it was a beggar on my right and a street child around 5 years young, clinging innocently by her mother’s side. When I got homr that night, I could not help but wonder, wonder helplessly at the harsh realities burdening our people.
We may have passed them once or twice today, but what did we do? or better, did we even remember about it? (except the stinky odor), they have passed as eyesores to us, hopin as irrelevant as possible that they remain anonymous, and the experience would leave a pigment of the past as possible, forgetting easily that these people breathe the same air that we do. We have gone about our imfeverish lives to make the big strides in satisfying our fleshy ordeals, but have we overlooked the outright truth that these people on the streets otr the “taong-grasa” present? Who are they? Or what are they? Or better yet, what kind or society that has reduces them to these unfortunate conditions.
strugglin to survive..
Some might resort to crime just to satisfy their ever-hunger bellies, sould we blame them? Some might loiter around begging for our extra change, even unblemished children are doing this, but could we blame them? Some sell their cold flesh every cruel night just to have pleasure of surviving, and again could we blame them?
These people are regarded by society as human wastes. A waste by-product of society development, they are as we sometimes bitterly call them garbage personified. They’re just doing their own little business, behind the shadows of skyscrapers, but as we look closer we find out that they are humans too, humans as in ones with names, and ones eith right of existence, existence in this tuny miserable planet that we have always thought to be just a wonderful blue gem floating serenely and magnificienctly in space, funny how these contrast reveaks behind the shadows of beauty (development). Indeed, development is inherent in us humans, since the first time our eyes marveled at the discovery of fire, we have never ceased to advance. But how ironic would this advancementt be, when at the same time as discovering new technologies and newly found comforts, we are casting out and neglecting these poor brothers and sisters of our spciety in the process.
your help could help a lot!
A friend once said that it would be wise to spurn a beggary life that easily, for it opens new paradigms, a new perspective for which man may be able to peak into the mysterious game of life. “A life free from selfish worries of human existence, our concern would only be limited to the simple problem of finding edible garbage for out next meal”. Personally, I am not sure whether I can disagree with that. Imagine a life so primal, so basic that we would be (at last) free from selfish politicking, free from IMPERIALISM oppressions, and free from any shallow worries of life. Imagine, these people are just cosuming our garbage for food, they have the entire stretch of the streets as office, the warm comfort of an old newspapers as bed, how simpler could life get? They don’t give a damn about Boracay or Paris or London, much more of who won the last Elections or even what year would today happen to be. For them, today is just another creeping of light to hide the sadows of the night, in other words, today is just another day at the office, another day of scouring through life’s bitter edge, preparing themenu for the next (very) exotic meal. Then drifting through existence, then fade away into the faceless obscurities of the inssensitive crowd.
Sometimes, this simplicity touches upon the very pitfalls which man succumbs to the greed for material poer and wealth. We have come to be so complex a being that we may missed out on this very essential thing, and until we learn from the simplicity and the giving up og greed form this surprisingly teachers or morals, we will never ever see the heap of actual development.. of our Society.
by persius
