Going home.

I was going home just a few hours ago when I saw an old man selling corn watching the Miriam soccer team practice through the fence. For some reason, I felt bad that he was in that predicament. I seem to think about the people on the street more often than most people. I don't know why my thoughts suddenly turn to them. I want to help them but what can I do? There are millions of poor people like these ones in Katipunan. Sure, I try not to disrespect them or theit livelihood but that's basically all I can do. And I can't help but feel helpless that this is all I can do. I'm well-off, I have a good education, I can think rationally, but this is all I can offer. Sometimes I really want to believe that education isn't everything in life.

Actually, the only difference between these people and I is that I was brought up by a well-off family. No one is born dumb, time just turns them that way. When the brain is at rest, everything falls apart. Next thing you know it, you're don't know the difference between an arm and a leg and by then, you're gone. It's just sad that they won't get to have the oppoturnity I have right now just because of genes. I feel it's unfair. Genetics and a family history has nothing to do with someone's dignity. But these people are forced to build on the history if their families to make their own life. Isn't this wrong? But, as Bill Gates says: "Life isn't fair. Get used to it."