We throw away rubbish, not life.

A newborn baby was found in the trash bin of an airplane's lavatory.

Baby found in plane's trash bag (Inquirer)
Unwanted baby won't be wanting of a loving mother (Inquirer)

He was named George Francis, and by grace of God, he is now living.
But without a mother.

I want to condemn the mother who threw away her son.
What would be her reasons?
But the sad reality that the world is now placing a very low value on human life transcends the incident. It is an affirmation of what we have become.
Abortion. Death penalty. Murder.

God created the world, and breathed His air for us.
His air. Not ours.

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I Hope

I stumbled upon a link to a HuffPost article over Facebook; read on...

The Philippine Bus and Miss Universe (Daniel Wagner)

Have we, Filipinos, really lost hope?
Maybe. Maybe for some. Maybe for the majority.
But one thing's for sure, I haven't.

A friend once told me: "What would it take to prove the existence or non-existence of fairy-tale love? A million broken hearts? Or just one successful real-life story?"

Sans the fairytale and mushy love, this is aptly a question for all of us.
Nay, a challenge.

One's opinion is not absolute reality.

Daniel Wagner might have seen something in us.
We could prove otherwise.

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My Day's Wisdom # 3

"Never go on the offense.
Always on the defense.
But never use feelings.
Be defensive through reason."

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My Day's Wisdom # 2

"We can only learn what has been.
We can only guess what lies ahead.
Today, we are given choices.
Just decide."

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If I Die Today...

... I'm sure I'm not ready; 99% not ready.

I still have to see the world.
I still have to do everything in my Bucket List.
I still have to do something significant to change the world.
I still have to run for president (needs to be immortal to do this).

This is just a thought that struck me today; a thought I entertained as I passed by my usual route to office, finding myself in the middle of armed bank security personnel along Paseo de Roxas. Armored cars were ready for an apparent transfer of humongous sum of money (just assuming considering it's the bank's headquarters). What if the same group that made the heist in Greenbelt 5 suddenly appears? There will be gunfires. People will scramble for their lives. And I'll be there, standing numbly with a bullet on my chest. My life will flash before my eyes.

And then silence.

That same silence will overcome me as I face Heaven's gate; I'll be unable to say anything, anything good. Was I good? It is easy to say that I'm good but then it is just me. If I have the chance to look down and see my own wake, what would the people there have to say? Would they be crying? Would they feel that it has been a loss? Would they say: "He was good."?

I reckon all the good words we can say to a person can only be uttered earnestly on eulogies. I mean, words that never crossed anybody's mind when that person is living, or words we held back. Maybe because words are cheap and that action speaks louder than words. Words are cheap in this temporal world because we made it that way. We grew up with words to our whimsical disposal. When we lose someone dear to us, the only thing we can give are words but then, these are real words -- the sum of all the love for that person who'll not be here to hear those words.

If I die today (yes, even if I'm not ready -- aren't we all?) and someone whispers "he was good" even in the faintest of heartbeat yet heartfelt, it shall be enough.

Action maybe louder but words are eternal.

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