lank tangles

 

if i may qoute my eng10 teacher, "i do not expect perfection, because i am not perfect." no, i don't think it's perfection i'm after. just.. a little common sense.

 

i had this conversation with my father about the children that litter the streets of my university. i just had to tell him about the rugby boys, and something more.

 

i became a part of a religious organization even before i even established footing in UPLB. for two years i have gone thru every activity that they would expect a member to experience. i have seen how their system works.

 

maybe i was serious. i listened to what they had to say, and i made interpretations of my own. i will forever be grateful for their insistence that i try to check Him out, but i will not be made to endure a virtual stranger's insistence to totally control my life. no.

 

why can the money they spend in their numerous, extremely extravagant gatherings not be spent on the grubby children? why is there a need to concentrate the efforts on children from well-off families who are, no doubt, given proper support by their own parents? why only the rich kids? why is there a scorn and indifference on their faces when they encounter the filthy children on the streets? why can they not bring these childen to Sunday School instead?

 

will these children on the streets ever even have a proper future? will they ever be anything for them if we keep on turning our backs on them and putting all the spotlight on the rich kids?

 

 

i canot bring myself to hope for any change in this situation. one of the things i picked up from church, after all, is that money makes the world go round.