This is A story of a Boy

In life, there are choices we have to make. Whether we should wake up in the morning or sleep again, go to work or be absent, or be alive or stop breathing. Life has been full of choices, and that is the reason why life is exciting since we don't know what's in store for us.

But what if God gave you a gift, and with that gift lies a series of choices. Let's say He wants us to choose between fame and fortune. What will you choose?

When we try to see ourselves deep down below our skin, there is something we really NEEDED that these two cant replace. But people are just too consumed sometimes of the earthly things this temporary world can offer. It is something no one can replace or even buy.

Everybody wants all of them. But sometimes we cant have them all, I am right? If only I can have both, then why not? I don't want to be in the limelight. I don't want to be famous since being famous means taking away your privacy. I don't want to have fortune, because there will come a time it will be gone. Besides, you cant take your jewelry box in heaven (I assumed?) or even in hell. I just want something while I'm here on earth. Something that will make me famous even without the lights and appearance, something that can make me the richest man in the world, and something I can be proud of when I face people.

If God will give me those two things to choose, then I don't want them. I don't want anything else. All I need is LOVE.

I sat inside the Jeepney, after a tiring day in the office. I am working in an international company, and I thank God for bringing me to this job. It was 10 in the evening when I logged out from our electronic time watcher, together with my co worker.

Let’s call her Samantha. I’ll try to describe her as much as adjectives can tell. She’s pretty, alluring, sexy and smart. When you got to know her, it seems that God already gave her all the gifts in life. And most of the people envy her. But never did they know, she still wants something, when in fact she already has it all. In short, she’s not the one who can easily be satisfied.

Inside the jeep, I carefully stare a girl, a teen I presume who is starting to live her life in adolescent stage. A stormy stage for teens and the most crucial one. She’s sitting adjacent to me and from Samantha. From the look of the girl, I can easily know that she came from a poor family. She’s with her mom, wearing something without those glitzy and glamorously dresses you can find inside a magazine. I pity her, since I almost feel how she is feeling as of that moment. I transfer my eyes outside the Jeepney, where the wind can take away those thoughts and pain I have inside for that girl I barely know. I pity the girl.

As I observe her, she’s looking Samantha with the look of envy, amazement and sadness all in one. Envy because she doesn’t have the things that Samantha has, amazement by the beauty that is front of her and sadness of wishing she also has it. I sometimes wish I was somebody too. That I have this and that. But having that wish can only give us depression and a sense of hate why we don’t have it. By loving ourselves means accepting what we have.

Wanting something more than what you have is not bad at all. I sometimes think of it as a driving force to achieve something. But try see to it, sometimes it can be a bad attitude. Samantha, having it all wants to have something much better as what she has now. The girl also wants to be Samantha, hating what she is having. I can’t understand why people need to be someone else when in fact its so much cool being yourself.

No one, even twins were born perfectly identical to each other. We all have our own differences from one another that gave our name its own originality. But we sometimes forget who we really are. We tend to forget how God loves us even from our own glitches and imperfections. That we are all perfect, not thru the eyes of the norm but to the eyes of the Who made us.

Life is unfair and will always be unfair. Sometimes it makes us a shit out of it. I can’t blame the poor girl. She wanted what she doesn’t have. And I’m wishing she can have it sooner than I think. I also wish Samantha to have a sense of contentment to her self. She already has it, but she just lacks the appreciation of all the blessings she is having now. May we all find the peace and contentment that we deserved.

How many times have we wished that our parents wil leave us alone? That they are always pissing us, that all we wished for is the freedom from them? I have wished that for so many times a long ago, but now, I wished I never did..