the less educated heart

January 10, 2010

what makes an educated heart?

Sometimes I wonder what is needed to be called an “educated heart”, is it the numbers of diploma that you have? Or the certificates you have posted on your walls, or the plaques of recognition you have meticulously arranged on your table? Is it the number of applauded speeches you have earned? Many people would answer yes,but is it really?

what makes a less educated heart?                                                                                                                          

I come into thinking, will you be a less educated heart if you have no degree to offer? Will you be considered as less educated if you are occupying a rank and file position? If you are not able to enter into a discussion using either the most technical words or idiomatic expressions, will you be tagged as a less educated heart? Some people may say yes, but is it really?                                                                                                                                                          

which is the less educated heart?                                                                                                                               

Is it the illiterate who tries to excell from the God given gift of talent? Is it the untrained who tries to humbly share the self owned knowledge? Is it the inexpert who finds way for other people, so that everyone may have the same share?            

OR                                                                                                                                                                          

Is it the clever one who boastfully say, “this is my point of view and it is what should be.”? Is it the witty one who willfully steps on the head of people for self achievement? Is it the intelligent one who conceitedly blocks other people who diligently work and longs only for appreciation?                                                                       

tell me.. tell me…  what should be the measure to be called…  a less educated heart?

 

 

in the heart of a street child

January 9, 2010

1:30 AM, more than an hour past midnight. Children should be snoring by this time.  Dapat namamaluktot  pa sila sa kanilang higaan, specially at this season where one can still feel the cold breeze of the post Christmas wind.  But this small child is still tapping window shield. Knock. Knock. There go her tiny fingers, pushing itself to make a sound for the driver of the car to hear her begging heart. But the driver just can’t hear her. The wheel of the car continuous to glide as it finds its way towards the exit, probably tired after the long wait from that jam – packed parking lot of Star City. And as the wheel move smoothly, so is her tiny steps become quicker and closer to each other, trying to catch the speed of the turning wheel. Knock. Knock. “Pahingi po ng pagkain.” as her voice competes with the sound of the radio being played inside the car. Knock. Knock. Until the driver turns to her side, makes a small opening at the window and a plastic pouch was handed to the small child. “Salamat po!” a quick heartily reply as she runs towards the dark corner of the street under the small tree where the color of the leaves had become night like. As she opens the plastic pouch, and pulls out what’s inside. Her hands became full of the tiny bits of hotdogs, most probably Purefoods hotdogs, as it was all over Star City and some French fries crumbs and bits of Popperoo Popcorn. She hastily put it all inside her mouth, munched it until a smile of fulfillment was all over face.

 

And yes, this, this is the heart of a street child. Where happiness can easily be found. Where contentment simply abound. A heart seldom found in others. A heart genuinely owned only by a street child.

the "heart" of letting go

January 7, 2010

allow me to have the heart that knows how to let go, so that there will be no hurt, and there will be no pains;

allow me to have the heart that knows how to let go, so that forgiving and forgetting will not be that hard;

allow me to have the heart that knows to let go, so that moving on will be that easy;

allow me to have the heart of letting go,so i can let you go and say goodbye…..

when the heart plays favorite

January 3, 2010

as we live our life, we find people who moves us, we meet people who gives  a pinch to our heart, we bumped into people who gives us happiness, people who makes our tasks easy for us. sometimes we noticed them, sometimes we ignore them. and yes sometimes we play favorites. the heart plays favorite.

should the heart play favorites? yes, the heart can. it’s a normal condition. a normal reaction.

however…

let it be unnoticed. let it be not obviously exposed. let it be logical. let it be objective. make it be felt by only your heart, heard by only your ears, discerned by only your senses. let the whisper of praise be not be a deafening sound, with a decibel that can crushed even an eardrum made of metal.

for you never know…

the one you ignored are the ones true to you. the one unnoticed are the silent doers, the one you disregard are the ones fighting for you, building your spirit quietly…inaudibly creating a holy place for you. a place where your true happiness will be, a place where you will cast your stone that shall be remembered and honored by many.

so i say… the heart can play favorites…and let it be, without a sound….

 

unspoken

when words are not enough,

when actions remain unxpressive,

when courage is from afar,

when everything are kept inside the heart

and remained

UNSPOKEN….