Storms

Four Storms. Countless stories. Some, will be told time and again. Some, we will never hear.

It is obvious who the culprits are. The evidences of crimes made against nature overflowed. The damage is irrepairable. Very sad.

One old lady was interviewed, asked why she think this happened to them, she replied: " Kung iisipin ko pa yan, mababaliw lang ako." Wisely said. It is hard to think about the senseless greed of people that took the lives of her loved ones. She will never understand. There is nothing to understand. It will not help. Nor will it change anything.

Life goes on to those who still has it. To those who have half of it. To those who seem to have none of it anymore but are still breathing. It is not for us to understand. What lies in our hands is the standing up, the moving on.

For people who are like me who were spared from an otherwise tragic event, it is so easy to say this. I feel ashamed to think that I am hopeless when all I had to do was set my mind to things I want to work better in my life. I am humbled by the children who found the spirit to steal some time to play despite their damp surroundings and empty stomach. How important do I think I am to feel that life owes me anything? That it should not be hard on me? That it should always be fair?

Storms come and go. In our lives, it comes in many forms. One thing's for sure - when they come they change us.