Keeping My Sanity

Today, as I walked along 3 blocks of Espana Blvd. (nax, da name!), I saw 3 taong grasas (plural, okay!?).

And so I wondered, ganito na ba karami ang nasisiraan ng bait (if that's the politically correct term to use) ngayon?

I know, I probably haven't stared right through poverty with my very eyes...and I probably wouldn't feel the agony that these people may be going through in their lives. After all, one's feelings and emotions are his own. I'm sorry, but if you're the type of person who always seeks other people's empathy/sympathy/whatever chicken feather, you won't find a soul. People only share your joys and your pains. They do not, in any way, directly participate in their containment. This fact may be a blessing or a curse. But in whichever case, count it as a gift from God. Because through it, you exemplify the essence of being--welcome to life!

Okay, so poverty may not be the only reason. Maybe something else. Like what they say the thing that makes the world go round--Love. I was surprised to hear about some survey which claimed that most teenagers today worry about to whom they are going to be married with or whether they would marry at all. That is not the catch. The thing is, the majority ranked it as their #1 worry in life. Huwaaatt?! Since when did this stoopid idea exist?? Where was I existing? In my world, there is no tinge of "lovelife issue" (Will I meet my prospect boyfriend tomorrow? Or the day after? Or any BS like that...) or if there'd be any, only a speck of dust exists. Hellooo?! Has the youth today ever heard of the word "priority"? *snap, snap* Come on, think! You might have encountered this word somewhere! And so it wouldn't be a surprise then if you find 15-year-old moms who try to juggle their mispriorities in life. Goodness, they are everywhere! Showbiz, non-showbiz. Same lang. Ganun na ba kakamandag ang mga hormones ng mga kabataan ngayon?!

And so, if it isn't money or love or love or money, what else could take away one's sanity? Indeed, there is a myriad of reasons to be considered still. And, just like any of them, we are all susceptible victims of insanity--in one way or another. In my years of existence, I've realized that everyone goes through probably the same severity and gravity of struggles in life. But as my Pastor says, what makes a report good or bad is the way people respond to it. If I were an orange squeezed in a high-pressure situation, what will come out from me? Bitter juice or sweet juice? We are faced with this option ALL the time (believe me!). And as they say, happiness is a choice (although I have never really fully agreed with this statement).

One day, it might be you or me lying around the dirty pavement of the streets. Let's hope not.