I am aware of another thing in my life, and it has something to do with humanism or social interaction or fundamental part of love for the others. it happens every time i see kids and old people who are begging for food, or out in the streets, doing whatever it is to make a living — THESE, the moment i got back in Manila, became my social pain. geez. breaks my heart almost everyday. the sight of them becomes even more unbearable when all i can do is give them a share of what’s left of my allowance for the day.
 
I get random thoughts when i see them. i wonder how they survive or get pass through hunger and the cold, or how they come safely through the night. i want to ask them which is harder, to survive or to endure, to put up with all the unpleasant things or to continue to live?
 
Recently, my heart got broken again, not just because of these people i constantly see in the streets or train stations or any public domain i can think of. i had another pain from those who lost their jobs. 
 
I’ve been working in or for a certain company somewhere in Makati for four months now, and i get to know some people there, especially the aides and staff, the guards, and the like. you know, the people who’d greet you the moment you step inside the sliding door, or assist you when you get into the elevator, wipe the table when you leave a mess in the pantry, gather up your trash and say goodbye to you and ask you to take care on your way home. yes, those people, some of them lost their jobs and i feel for them. 
 
People don’t normally get attached to people in their workplace in four months. I don’t, but i guess I was really born with a mushy heart so I tend to get affected with stuff like this. I hate it when I saw Ate J crying inside the washroom, and much more when she actually said “buh-bye”. I don’t know what to say when I asked Kuya C how long he’s been working there and answered me with “fourteen years and nine months”. You should see their faces. You’d know from the look in their eyes, from every shed tear that many things are lost. Where have all the credit for their service gone?
 
Somebody said that if i go on feeling so much for the world like this, then i’d probably go nuts. i don’t want that to happen but i hope i can do something for them. i hope someday i wont just be writing about this, that this will grow into a brave act of saving someone else from physical pain or distress or anything that hurts. maybe we should all embrace the fundamental part of human love i am talking about. i know we cant eradicate all the painful things but maybe this could help ease some of them. let us all be compassionate. let us be considerate and sensitive of other human being’s needs. let’s all be nuts, the hearty way.