The Christmas Comparison

I’m not trying to be a hero with this post, and I don’t want to look like I am trying to. Nor do I want to make it look like I am a better, deeper person just because of this. But there are just things that you do not notice until after another experience, whether good or bad.

My fiancee and I just had our own little talk, and I was on my way home. I was a bit lost in my thought, but I still saw a peculiar sight. There were several guys armed to the teeth, armor and all. They look like soldiers to me, but they do not bear the insignia of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, so I was thinking they were body guards of something, or someone. A few steps away came another soldier looking guy, this time with a rather huge canine unit. I’m not familiar with dog breeds, but this one looks menacing enough to make me decide not to make sudden movements until it passed.

I was about to cross the pedestrian lane from Glorietta to Rustan’s, when a police man on a motor bike stopped me in my tracks. At first I thought I was jaywalking, but I hadn’t even set foot on the street, plus I was about to use the pedestrian lane. No one else was with me that time, as this was a holiday. I looked at the police officer and asked what was wrong but he looked away and did not answer.

Another officer on a motorcycle arrived, this time he stopped the North-bound vehicles. He stopped the cars in a way that I have never seen before. He parked his motorcycle in the middle of the North-bound street, effectively blocking the three lanes. By this time, I was getting more confused. I was thinking that some emergency had happened, or something. I tried to get the attention of the policeman blocking my path, but he raised his hands at me as if to say “stop”.

After a few minutes, a few more motorcycles arrive. Speeding past me and the cop blocking my path.  And then came a few SUVs, each with police lights, but with no sirens. Then an ambulance, and a few more motorcycles and lastly a few more SUVs. The street blocker cops then zoomed away, all in the same direction.

The convoy stopped near a boutique, and then the “soldiers” and cops raced to one vehicle, and then literally almost fought each other to open the door. A few people came out, of which I was too far to even see who they were. All I know is, a ridiculously rich family scheduled their shopping today, and had to have a military/cop convoy to prevent any mishaps, like maybe a kidnapping or coffee spilling on their expensive couture.

The hypnotism of the incident wore off, and my curiosity was satiated enough for me to go. I couldn’t help but wish that I was one of them, or at least have the same amount of money, to merit a convoy just to buy groceries. I kept thinking about “more money, more problems” and wished that I had those problems instead. Maybe worry about what to buy instead of how to afford it. Having too much money that my own problem is how to use some of it.

The arrival of a bus snapped me back to reality. Here’s my ride home, and no cop blocking anyone’s path, except maybe for violations. The door automatically swung open. Disappointing, I was wishing someone would open it for me and then greet me warmly. I chose a seat near a window, imagining it to be a car window instead. Tinted, and private. I even almost forgot to pay the fare.

After a few blocks, I was out of the business district. I was now on regular people street, traversing the area where dilapidated buildings stood, and where I saw beggars on the street, kids wearing nothing but t-shirts, and no underwear. People sleeping on the sidewalk, or under trees, and even under spherical cement things. Anywhere that can provide shelter.

It’s funny that a few blocks would drastically change the scene. I noticed that there were more beggars and hobos in the streets. I heard their stories on TV several times before. People from the province, or far flung areas of the country, living off the land, who wanted to try their luck on the battlefield that is the capital city, and finding nothing in return. The result? They have to live off the land again, but this time, there are no crops, only pavements. No huts, only make shift shelters. Nothing to work on, except maybe ask for help, or even worse, commit crimes.

My line of thought changed from “I want to be that guy” to “I don’t want to be like them”. I looked around the bus, and notice that there are people who are a bit better off, but not by much. A family of five, for example, sitting in the two-seat side, occupying every possible space just to avoid paying the fare for all five (they only paid for two, since they’re technically occupying only two seats). Then another family got on. The dad looking old and sickly, with a child in hand. Next came the pregnant mom, with another kid who looked like he was only a few months younger than his sibling. The couple didn’t look affluent, to say the least. I am not sure how they’re going to raise their kids too.

At this point, I should have been thanking the Lord for whatever blessings I have. I did, but I still can’t help wishing for a better life. To have more money as to afford health, and to have more resources to make myself contented. I always hear people say “be happy with what you have”, but being real honest, I never do. I always know that there is something better, and all my life I’ve ran and fought to get to it. I keep thinking, if I have more, then I can buy happiness. Who wouldn’t?


2 thoughts on “The Christmas Comparison

  1. Money and power rule. This is so true in the Philippines. Except for the Pres. of the US, such things don’t happen here, except hollywwod celebrities and singing idols, which is understandable.

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