Daylight Rage

Sometimes, it feels so easy to dislike people.

We were roving around Divisoria last week when we saw a baby, probably a one year old or two, sleeping in a carton along the street, unclothed and unprotected. Why on earth would his parents leave him there? Because they were working their asses off so they’d have something to eat? Well, they should be praying that their son was still breathing when they come back. That is, if they’d come back. Poor child. I felt pity towards the child, and disgust towards his parents. I wish I didn’t see it at all.

It was really hot that day and I could feel the heat of the sun stroking every part of my skin. How could a one minute walk cost a twenty pesos pedicab ride. I understand how the world is trampled for these people. And I am lucky I don’t have to lug that kind of load. But, I don’t think that would give justice to what they do, and to what they ask for what they do. (We rode the pedicab anyway. Hehe)

For one reason, we also went to Quiapo that same day. We were inside the building and we took the escalator. A Chinese woman kind of pushed me so she could walk through it. She’s probably a businesswoman (well, what else do those Chinese do here?) and I understand that every second of their time counts. But they are real insensible and numb. She should’ve used the stairs instead.

These pictures have been playing in my head since then. They are in despair we all know, but I still can’t help but feel detestation on them.

Am I being shallow?