What's Outside?
I always find myself looking at the windows, which for me is a symbol for hope and patience. Be it a window in a bus on a trip or a glassless window in our home, I always find myself staring blankly outside waiting for contingency---but nothing happened.
How can you stare to a window so hopeful and at ease if you can only see raging waves of hypocrisy, bruising rays of inequalities, and even stone-hearted apathy. Your glance to a window full of enthusiasm is always at risk and consumed. You may even get exhausted to take a second look and you wish you haven't seen what you saw.
The world rotates cruelly to people who only wishes to be good, who only wishes to live in harmony and peacefully but the world is not contented to only bring scourge to disadvantaged people, it entertains itself by making fun of fishes trying to survive the current of the storm surge.
Things get smaller when you look from a window, things that you wish you can touch and change its course, things that you wish your hands can put into better place.
written by: Oryang Bonifacio
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