Playing ’Padinyedi’ [hopscotch] with the kids the other day was fun. We
skipped and hopped, and screamed: “PRIMISO”, “AH DIE?” from ‘NUMBER ONE’ to the
‘RESTING HOUSE’ –It was a needed therapy; I felt my soul being healed from the thorny problems of this (insert your adjective) world.
That’s what’s up;
kids are genuine; no ill feelings and no falseness. One of them missed a step
and they all looked concerned; and by the lack of fire on their faces I knew
theirs was no synthetic pity; BUT WILL THEY REMAIN THIS GENUINE ONCE THEY
BECOME ADULTS?
Well! They can, if
only our time doesn't contaminate them with its irresolvable evils; if only
they’re not cheapened to be satisfied with mediocrity, if they do not get
infected with poverty, dirtied and polluted with greediness; if they don’t get
hate-infested or corrupted with egotism and high-living.
You see, we [adults]
must overstand that we’re the blueprints to these kids’ ultimate reality; every
part of what they do and what they become is only a facsimile of the things
they imitated from us; GIVE THEM SOMETHING CLEAN TO EMULATE…SEEN!
No comments:
Post a Comment