the plastic cup

it was just a day ago, i started my duty on the hospital. the morning raidiates a new beginning. i was all dressed up for another adventure awaits in the ward. i went on to go to school and leaves the house at 9am. i was walking around the araneta circle. it was peaceful and everything was quite normal, except for the street kid i walked by on the floor sleeping and an empty plastic cup for softdrinks was his only companion standing up for him to survive. he hugged it eventually and continues his deep sleep. that cup could be his father. working for him to give him education and all the basic needs. tapos ako... naka uniporme ng todo puti, na wala man lang magawa... i was once thought by my professor this quote: "be each and every one of you a model of hope and care." and i myself cant do anything about it... yes, yes, its not my own problem and you rather tell me to mind my own business and we have all our own damn problem. that's true... selfishness is in our deepest skin. hidden agendas is a term in some ways. but dont you find it odd? selfishness leads to corruption and corruption is one of the most hated topic when it comes in solving problems in the government.

before we judge those who lead us, why not start objectifying yourself first. maybe the corruption, hate and anger are growing 90% more than who sits in the government today. just think about it.