WE ARE EACH OTHER’S INSTRUMENTS OF LOVE

By Elaine Roselle C. Aquino

The author is from Cagayan de Oro City and sent us this reflection some time ago.

Every day, I try to find myself and I try to find the meaning behind the things I see and the things that happen to me. Why? Because, like most of us, there is a struggle within me that never ceases; I am discontented, a word that can easily define us humans in the natural sense.

As I observe the people around me when I go to and from school on a jeepney, I wonder if they also make an effort at finding themselves or the meaning of things. On a daily basis, they work for a living. And during their day-to-day routine of pushing carts, selling barbecues, begging money, driving jeepneys or even doing almost nothing the whole day, I wonder if, at the end of the day, they still try to figure out why these things happen to them? When I ride the jeepney, tired yet still surprisingly energized from the activities in school, I often look at some of the passengers and wonder how it would be like to live in their shoes. It would probably be a whole new kind of life-story different from mine. We probably lead different, unique lives.