Judgment

If judgments could speak...

I would be deafened by the loudness of thoughts coming out from your silence and stare. The sounds produced would be incomprehensible, though. No, not because they're too loud. It's because you yourself don't understand them. You don't own your ideas. You quickly adopt the most convenient mindset. You have opinions grounded on hearsay, and only hearsay. You hold on to your views like you do to a dying cause: unreasonably. You don't recognize the importance of juxtaposing your notions with facts. You spoil your beliefs like you would a favorite child (Apparently, your favorite child is not so favorable to begin with).

You're not brave enough to clarify things. With me. You never ask. You condition your mind to ring that bitch alert whenever I would pass you by. You enjoy too much thinking that way of me, when you don't even know why - or how - you arrived at all your unfounded descriptions.

I'm not asking you to understand me. God knows how difficult a task like that would be for you. I'm asking you to be aware of your shortcoming, and to please hate me for better reasons. For the meantime,

If your  judgments could speak, you'll produce noise

If your  judgments could speak, I would hear them, but I won't listen. I wonder who would.

Love

Either it's love or it's not.

I don't believe in "loving you further" or "loving you better" or "loving him less" or "loving him greater than ever before." Love is to love only  in the superlative sense. It is when you can say to yourself that you cannot love a person any more , because more  is impossible. Anything below it is not less of it, but NOT it. You don't love a person somehow, or in a way, or almost.

Love is when "I love you" would suffice. No added adverbs would make it any truer. I wonder why people usually feel the need to insert "so much" or "to pieces" or any word or phrase that would make it seem that their loving is of the highest, greatest kind. To begin with, you don't say you love a person when it's not of the highest, when it's not of the greatest. That would be to confuse love for something else, and that, I deem, is one of the worst mistakes a person, intentionally or otherwise, could ever commit.

It is an error so destructive that to make it causes hearts getting broken, years getting wasted, egos getting shattered, minds getting dysfunctional. Yet it is an error so significant that, if properly dealt with, can eventually create stronger persons.

So strong that they will never take the risk of loving again (or labeling any emotion as such), because they feel it necessary to veer away from what could possibly be another mistake.

Difference

It pains me to be incapable of doing anything to help random strangers I meet everyday. Strangers like traffic enforcers who are regularly exposed to pollution, honest policemen who are pre-judged because of the negative deeds of some of them being highlighted by the media, drivers who give an exact change, security guards who spend long hours ensuring the safety of everyone but of their families, vendors who rely on the day's sales for what they will eat for dinner, street sweepers who might get hit anytime by an irresponsibly-driven vehicle, construction workers who are placed in risky sites but are without any kind of insurance, and more. These are the hardworking, the exhausted, the underpaid, the silent.

I admire them, and it frustrates me that that  is all I could do. My recognition of how noble their jobs are won't produce the slightest change to alleviate them from poverty, to make them feel appreciated, to solve their problems, to see to it that they are paid their dues, to let them know that the amount of their wages does not define them, to give them hope that they could be more than what they are now.

I am a graduating student. After this, I will study for some more years. I am in a situation where I am provided the opportunity, - the luxury - to stay in the academe for as long as I may want. Words can't express how grateful I am for this disposition, for I am the type of person who might just never get tired of school.

Still, I would love to fast forward to the time when I would be capable of helping those who are in need of it. Have the stablest kind of job my degrees could get me into, lead a simple life, give back to the people who have made it possible for me to be where I would be by then, secure my family members' well-being, and have the resources  to make a difference.

Ironic as it may seem, I can't wait for my first day of work. :)