I don’t normally do text posts, but this is an exception.
A while ago, while I was walking back and forth from a nearby highschool and a near printing press, I saw a homeless man. Yes, the typical ragged clothes, unbathed skin, and uncombed hair. The odd yet amazing thing about him was that he was holding a notebook. And he was…… writing.
Now, I never really got to sneak a peek of what he was writing, whether it was a list of debts, a short story, a poem, and the like. It wasn’t his composition that made me feel amazed, it was that even though he has no proper shelter, he could write. He looked pretty into it, too. Here, in the Philippines, the homeless man doesn’t even come close to a New York bum/hobo. It’s much worse. But this one, he was writing.
He didn’t look like he had proper education, but at least he knows the basics of writing. Not all men in the world know how to write. And this one, he was rare. He held on to his education despite the struggle of surviving a day. He was homeless, and might not even have a family of his own, yet he held on close to the only education he received. Some people, they let go of this, thinking that after finishing school, it’s the end of learning. No. As they say, the more we learn, the more we become human. This man may be more of a human than a Philippine politician (I’m not mentioning names), and if this statement is true, then I can truly say that THIS generayion is slowly deteriorating. People of the planet called Earth, do your fugging part. Hold on to humanity, just for the sake of the upcoming generation. We don’t want them to be worse than this, don’t we? Just… have faith in humanity. Do your part.