Balance the Tie

January 5, 2007
9:07pm

And so I was in the middle of writing my reaction paper on my mental hygiene subject, when I suddenly stopped, remained melancholy for a while, then had no urge to go on with the paper.

I saw an advertisement on the television, narrating how Bicol was devastated by the calamities that hit the country. The advertisement included a child, whose face seemed to be so innocent, but derailed at the same time. He cried the way children of his age should. A river of tears streams down his face, washing the dirt that he has acquired. It probed me to write.

I always know that I have a warm heart to those who need a helping hand. Especially to those who cannot help themselves. And it depresses me to realize that I cannot do anything now, to provide them what they need, or at least teach them how to get them themselves. You see, I am a person who, sometimes, also needs help.

Wichan always tells me that I can always do something for these people. In my own little way, I can always help them. She suggests that I join an NGO who assists people who needs aid. I am considering the possibility.

But I cannot do it tonight, when I am stuck inside the four walls of my room and in front of the flickering monitor of my computer. Maybe I must go on writing the reaction paper. Though my bed is calling me already, I must still press the buttons which have letters printed on, in this white rectangular object called “the keyboard.”