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Posted in Current Affairs, Essay, Memoirs, Philosophy, Prose, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged anguish, answers, apathy, best, cause, celibate, circumstances, comfort, culture, day, death, doctor, Essay, fame, family, fear, friend, gain, God, hours, indigenous, individuals, inspiration, life, light, martyr, masses, mission, modern, neighbor, nurse, orphans, pain, patients, people, priest, prison, Prose, sentiments, sickness, spiritual, storm, strangers, street, stress, temptation, way, widows, worker, world, zones on March 16, 2009| Leave a Comment »
What if I finally embark on a mission to indigenous lands? How can I accept their way of life? Will I accept their culture as superior than I have born with and satisfied with? Will I ever change my way of life and draw some inspiration and become like them-unwary of the stress of the modern life, which to them is unknown?
What if I am old enough to witness the First Quarter Storm, would I become a community organizer? Would I then be able to stand up for the right of the masses during those dictatorial times or I would rather clam up under the weight of fear and apathy? Would I be willing to be put into prison, or die in a firing squad like a martyr and become one of those missing persons that until now that their whereabouts cannot be found?
What if I become a priest? Can I be able to resist the temptation to marry and forever become celibate? Would I be able to help others to know God better and make some positive impacts on their spiritual life?
What if I become a social worker? How could I keep the orphans, the old men and women and the widows from seeing life as still beautiful brimming with hope without them thinking of their circumstances? Would I be able to bear not to cry when I am so emotionally attached to their sentiments, their anguish and their fears?
What if I become a nurse or a doctor? How could I be able to be numb on seeing death everyday? How could I try not to think of pain? How could I not try to think about the families who lost their loved ones to sickness or a tragic accident? How could I not sleep enduring the hours spent caring and hoping for the patients would ever live for one more day?
There are just so many individuals whose life are exemplary. Those who are still living or have departed from this world, whose life they have given unselfishly to the best that they can without thinking about personal gain or fame. They have lived an uncommon life away from their comfort zones.
The nameless and faceless strangers whom we might meet across the street. Or your neighbor. Or a friend. We never know, until we came closer seeing their true light. These are the breed of people who dedicated themselves for a cause of uplifting humanity. The kind of people who is not afraid of being different and dared to be what they are destined to be.
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