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Walking Joyfully

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Walking JoyfullyGrief was the sound of a young boy’s heart. His father passed away. He never could have thought it happened. Looking back at the memories of his father before he died make him cry more tears.

He is second to the youngest of the family. He was fifteen years old when his father died. Her mother was busy raising them up after his father’s death. Loneliness flicker when he was left alone, her mother was working and her older siblings went to school. He stopped schooling because he didn’t want to pursue it.

Looking back during the times when his father was still beside him. They would usually come together riding on a motorcycle just to get fresh air. They would go to a beach, his father taught him how to swim. Tears fell like streams of water that came from the heart.

His father was a hard working man. He came from a poor family from a province. He had seen the poverty and the need to do something to get out from it. He chose to leave his parents and went to the city to look for a job. A big company was hiring an assistant that time for a certain position, he then volunteered. Through the years of hard work he had been promoted to a higher position.

The young boy was determined to walk through his father’s footsteps as a hardworking man. But when his father died, his dreams were shattered. He went on to spent more time with the bad influence of his peers.

His mother forced him to go to school to keep him away from his friends. He eventually followed as his mother have told him. Just as her mother have thought it will do him no harm but then the worst happened. She thought his son would go to school everyday but then he went to internet cafes and play online games. His tuition fees weren’t paid instead used the money on playing games.

He never finished high school. He went on with his friends and learn how to drink at a young age and became a drunkard. Her mother miserably kept track of him to lead him the right direction. But then, he was hardheaded. He kept on doing what he thought would make him forget his father’s death.

He was sleeping down the street drunk with his friends. When a dream came after him like a haunting. He dreamed of walking down the stairways and finding a coffin downstairs, he was looking forward at who was inside it. To his dismay, it was her mother.

He woke up that day troubled and went home to see his mother. He can’t afford losing her. She is the only one that is left for him. He hugged and kissed her mother. She smiled and asked “what happened to you my son?”. He then whispered, “I’m sorry I have been so selfish.” He should not be selfish enough of thinking about himself. He can move on with his life spending each day with her mother knowing she is still there for him.

We sometimes face troubles in life that seemed unbearable. But then when we opened our eyes to change and start looking for what we still have only then will we be content and not consumed by the fierce emotions of loneliness and pain. Instead, we can still walk joyfully together with the person who is close to our hearts.

Coin for a smile

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Coin for a smileThere was an old beggar down the street, wearing his rugged and patched clothes sneezing as if he has sinus infection. He looked worn out and filthy. A well-dressed woman passed by him but never seemed to look down on where he sat down. She gracefully swung her hands while walking on heading to her fashion boutique situated nearby. The smell of her expensive perfume never seemed to let her notice the foul smell of the beggar she passed by.

A young man passed by the beggar carrying on his right hand the latest cellphone he just bought. The beggar called out for him for a penny, but he was busy talking to his client over the phone setting up a meeting.

A car stopped beside the street where the beggar is sitting, honking it’s horn for it can’t park on its parking lot because a child passing blocked its way in. A middle-aged man went down from the car with his suitcase at hand. He had his bodyguards following him. The beggar was about to follow him asking for help when a bodyguard stood by him to stop him.

A painter carrying a box filled with paints, brushes and some stuff used to paint walked along where the beggar was. He walked the fastest to get his project done the fastest. He accidentally dropped a brush and got it back on the box without paying attention to the beggar.

A teacher passed by the street with plenty of things on her mind preparing for the class lessons she will be doing today. Familiarizing the lessons while walking ahead to the school. She had in mind the students she will be assigning for the reporting of a certain topic. Besides the fact that her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She never noticed the beggar.

A seven year old child held hands with his mother noticed the beggar from afar. He had kept a coin from his pocket from yesterday. He should be saving a coin everyday to buy his mother a card on her birthday. He looked at the old man’s clothes and have seen how dirty and worn out it is. He saw the wrinkles and the sadness on his face. As he went nearer he pitied the beggar and gave the coin he saved to him. The beggar smiled as he dropped a coin on his container.

The fashion model wore high heels that she never have seen the beggar sat down, the young man should be listening attentively to the one he is talking to ever the phone that he never heard the beggar, the middle-aged man was blocked by his bodyguard that he never heard the beggar called, a painter could have painted the misery of life the beggar is having and the teacher could have taught the students on helping the beggars. The child must have been too little to notice the beggar from afar.

Many of us in different situations in life somehow passed through a beggar down the street, should we be too busy with our daily routines that we never gave a brief stop and give a coin for a smile? The child gave his coin but that’s all he got.

Burping with satisfaction

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A satisfaction is the answer of one’s desire.

I am a woman myself. I have grown up seeing love stories and fairy tales on movies. It was very enchanting to watch. I would rather watch it than hearing the yelling and noise of a battered wife my mother went through.

I was a little girl when my father got really drowned in liquor. He would beat my mother inside their room. I would cover my ears with both my hands so I won’t hear them. I have told myself they are old enough to settle it.

I satisfy myself into watching movies than thinking about their misery. There was a time my mother almost gave up to their marriage but my father asked for forgiveness and stopped drinking for a while. There was harmony at home that time.

A few days after a friend paid my father a visit. He couldn’t say no to liquor once again. I thought he changed. He maybe have felt the bitter sweet taste of liquor and as well as life’s. He got laid off at work and stayed at home. He went to drink the more, each night. My mother would nagged at him telling him harsh words and they went quarreling again.

It was really hard times. My mother was the one who worked for the family and going home with a drunkard husband would be so painful for her. When she went home, I never saw her happy with her life. She was dreadfully wasn’t smiling at all.

My mother went on in working for the family until she earned some savings to start a little business in which my father should look up to. I never thought of it was a good idea and then it really wasn’t. My father drank that night with the amount of money that should be paid for the supplier when he got drunk and his money was stolen. He went home sober. The business never succeed instead the drinking succeeded.

Burping with satisfactionI have seen my mother as a strong willed woman she never gave up on my father for the sake of us, their children. Though there were times that she thought of giving up. My father was irresponsible and drunkard. Not really a good father to look up to.

He got satisfied with drinking that he never thought of us as his responsibility. But the good thing is sooner he came to realize the messed he have made with his life and his family. When I later asked him why he have done those past, he just answered, “I was burping with satisfaction when I drank liquor and only then I realized that I should be burping with satisfaction in the responsibility of taking care of my family and loving my wife.”

I have seen my mother found the true love of her life that amid the pain she went through she stood by my father for better or worst. It came into my senses that that’s what marriage is all about forgiving and loving. Of course, there were hardships and only through those hardships that you will be burping with satisfaction.