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.
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