Maybe ignorance is bliss for a day. I can close my eyes and breathe in the heavy scent of the
pungent stench of manila bay and pretend even just for a day that I am safe, that we are safe,
that I can stand in front of this bay and commute and I will be safe, that I can trust the streets
to keep me unharmed, that there are good days and bad days but life is as beautiful as ever,
but reality is a burden you can’t un-see, and although there are holes and faults, taking
comfort in the safety of those alive at the expense of 4 percent of innocents would never ease
my mind.
There are many problems I have dealt with in the process of growing up, they range from
inconsequential ones such as my indecisiveness with simple things such as which to order to
arguments with …show more content…
Unidentified are the bodies from massacres by those
who got away, those who do not stand for the wreckage they have done.
I am not the one in charge of the trigger, I cannot save all 4 percent of the innocents on my
own, but 7,107 islands with millions of lives strung together by their yearning for justice for
the 4 percent that have had people who loved them, people they loved, their own struggles
they’ve faced in growing up, stories to share, could. 4 percent is not stagnant, this percentage
can grow, this percentage can touch us, can touch our loved ones, and reality is we can’t
bring back the unfortunate 4 percent who have been victimized, but we can change what is
the occurring rate from prevailing more.
I cannot live thinking my innocent mother who has done nothing but show me there is still
goodness in this world can be touched by that percentage, I cannot go to sleep, unharmed,
knowing my father who has lived through hell and back studying while breaking his back
from sunrise to sunset to be able to feed his brothers and sisters and has done the same to
ensure I am blanketed with love can be swallowed by this percentage, I cannot
pungent stench of manila bay and pretend even just for a day that I am safe, that we are safe,
that I can stand in front of this bay and commute and I will be safe, that I can trust the streets
to keep me unharmed, that there are good days and bad days but life is as beautiful as ever,
but reality is a burden you can’t un-see, and although there are holes and faults, taking
comfort in the safety of those alive at the expense of 4 percent of innocents would never ease
my mind.
There are many problems I have dealt with in the process of growing up, they range from
inconsequential ones such as my indecisiveness with simple things such as which to order to
arguments with …show more content…
Unidentified are the bodies from massacres by those
who got away, those who do not stand for the wreckage they have done.
I am not the one in charge of the trigger, I cannot save all 4 percent of the innocents on my
own, but 7,107 islands with millions of lives strung together by their yearning for justice for
the 4 percent that have had people who loved them, people they loved, their own struggles
they’ve faced in growing up, stories to share, could. 4 percent is not stagnant, this percentage
can grow, this percentage can touch us, can touch our loved ones, and reality is we can’t
bring back the unfortunate 4 percent who have been victimized, but we can change what is
the occurring rate from prevailing more.
I cannot live thinking my innocent mother who has done nothing but show me there is still
goodness in this world can be touched by that percentage, I cannot go to sleep, unharmed,
knowing my father who has lived through hell and back studying while breaking his back
from sunrise to sunset to be able to feed his brothers and sisters and has done the same to
ensure I am blanketed with love can be swallowed by this percentage, I cannot