I keep on saying that my dream is to inspire the world with my words, and now, I realized that I keep saying them whenever someone asks me, “What do you want to do that will truly make you happy?”. Yet I don’t even think I did something remarkable through my words that could at least inspire a few people.

Sometimes, when I’m alone, my thoughts drift to things and I am filled with thoughts to say and write, but I seem to lack the courage to let people know about it because I’m afraid that I might not be able to put the right words together to inspire them or to even make them read it.

Sometimes, it’s when I do not intend to write that the words simply fall naturally good together. And usually, that side of me appears when I am alone and in a daze, at night when I am the only person awake, when I think and even when I read. That part of me comes out without me knowing and intending to.

So we were watching this film from our “Rizal life” class earlier, I have never been a fan of such documentations. It usually bores me, but of course, I have no choice but to listen. As I was watching, this phrase was mentioned by one of the interviewee. It caught me then and there, not that I haven’t heard the said phrase before.

Words are more powerful than any other weapons out there. It affects people more, it never goes away and will never be forgotten. I mean, the person who wrote it will obviously die because no one lives forever, but his writings and his words lives on. Inspirational or even painful words will never ever be forgotten by the person who has read or received it.

When the so-called ‘marginalized poor’ get mad when their homes are being deconstructed. Yes, I know and understand that they are losing the only shelter they have, but the fact that the land where they have built their homes are owned by someone else, who in fact could have built a restaurant or something where he can make money over.

It bothers me how they throw rocks or whatever hard stuff they see on the ground or ‘molotov bomb’ at the policemen and then the policemen would usually throw teargas over them and the people claims that the policemen has hurt them physically. When in fact the police were only defending themselves.

Okay, so it’s not that I’m on the policemen’s side, but sometimes they have a point. It could have been done without hurting anyone if only they cooperate. They have always been warned that their homes will be deconstructed in a while, but they still didn’t do anything before the deconstructing begins, instead when the said day comes, they prepare things that they would throw over the policemen. It has always been like that, the same scenario repeats itself over and over every year. And it just so bothers me each and every time, because a lot of people are being hurt. 

Ahhh, If only I could make each of them understand.