Chopsuey

Perhaps when everything becomes clear, that's the time that we find ourselves questioning everything. When things unfold before us, questions keep on popping. When things get a lot better, that's the time that we more confused.

Or maybe it's just me being romantic and idealist again. For the past few months, I have glorified myself for being uncaring about the world around me. I have prided myself for being apathetic. I thought I could stand anything. I thought I already have a strong stomach. I thought the world has already turned me into someone heartless and ruthless. I was entirely mistaken. I am still the same--the idealist, romantic, dreamer of sorts.

I have seen a lot of things that shattered my dreams, my heart, even my faith. I have experienced some things that made me realized that life will never fair. I have prepared myself for further disillusionment. I thought that was enough. But nothing can ever be enough.

It still breaks my heart to see homeless people knocking on a black Mercendez Benz, begging for alms. It still makes me sad to know that poverty will never cease, that capitalism will always be the "only way", and that Philippines is just a victim of its own people.