Bullies With Butterfly Wings

Since I haven't much time watching the news on TV, I've been reading articles and news through the internet's Yahoo! Philippines. After reading a few columns, I can't help but to say a few words on its comments section. I hesitate to put comments since one needs to sign-in your own yahoo account in order for me to make my comment visible. My hesitation got much stronger when I read a few comments below the article/column; these people are brutal. their minds are oozing with hatred and vileness. I'm so close on saying that their souls, if they still have it, are already rotten. If one doesn't have the hardened heart, you could be dead before you hit the "unlike" button. One could be affected too much that you might even TRY what they're suggesting at you.

Bullies.

I've been dealing with them for the past twenty years of my life. They ignite my struggling life up until now and fuels my own hatred to them. So much hate that even my high school classmates/batchmates I considered a bully back then, had no space in my Facebook list of friends, even if they sent me notifications, etc. No matter how time make these bullying memories fade, they still haunt me. Eating the very core of my individuality as a man. No. It wasn't fear that I felt. It was the lack of power. The power to fight physically due to the fact that I was raised within the confines of reasoning rather than physical abuse or barbarism. It's not that I can't throw a punch. But perhaps I was reasonable enough to choose not to fight because of so many underlying consequences. And handling consequences isn't my strong suit.

Today, bullies have emerged as much more destructive. Nay, in physical violence but rather in words. Yes, words.

I remember those people (young ones), for the past three years, in which they've been cyber bullied and judged poorly and inhumanely that it took them so much to fathom the veracity of the bullies' perception to them and thus took their own lives so that finally giving them the satisfaction that these bullies won and these bullies are right. That time, I misjudged these people as weak and stupid by taking their own lives. That perception I had for them changed when I experienced what they also experienced just recently:

In my defense, I was stating a sarcasm. But the person (Zorbak) took it literally.

At first, I was shocked. I kept on telling myself that I don't want to be affected by a silly response. But this person's words are so piercing, that even my shielded mentality and heart penetrates to the deepest. The sentence lingers to your broad mind, like a faded voice that keeps on repeating your name. I was hurt. Gan'un pala 'yun. Sa una, iindahin mo 'yung salita. Hanggang sa hindi mo na kaya. Have I welcomed this person's idea? I would be lying if I say I didn't. It crossed my mind, I tell you. But then again, the reasonable side of me spoke loudly: "What for?" And then I looked back my 29 years of existence: it was remarkable! I had no reason or heart to do what this person is strongly suggesting.

To you, Zorbak, or who ever you are. My judgment on you shall forever be hidden. Naniniwala ako sa Diyos. At nagtitiwala ako sa Kaniya. Kung ano man ang ihahatol niya sa'yo balang araw o sa mga dadating na araw, ipagdadasal ko pa rin ang kaluluwa mo. Kaawaan ka ng Diyos. You've thought me something indispensable in spite of your words.

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Looking back again while I conclude this blog entry, I thought of the people who weren't strong to push these cyber bullies. Siguro, bago nila wakasan ang kanilang buhay naghahanap pa sila ng saklolo. Ng pag asa. Pag asa na may magsabi sa kanila na "huwag mong pansin sila. hindi totoo ang mga sinasabi nila sa'yo." No, not physical heroes that they're seeking for, but people who could give them the emotional power to overcome these bullies' claims and misjudgments.

Perhaps the Kryptonite for them bullies are, as simple as it may sound, also words, right? :)