An Epiphany of Sorts
July 27, 2010 at 10:24 am | by Mars | In Reflections | No CommentsTags: immersion, slums
Last week, I got a glimpse of slum area life. Yes, slums, as in squatters. I had to go to a slum area for a class, and it was a very enlightening moment for me.
The slum area I visited was almost inside our subdivision. I say “almost” because the slum area shares the same main entryway, but has a different gate and road, which was bordered by a concrete wall. It was like the subdivision management didn’t want the homeowners to see the slum area road.
Entering the slums made me feel like I was entering a prison. And it was quite a prison—the place was surrounded by a creek on one side and tall walls everywhere else. Everything seemed darker and blearier, all hues of black and gray and rust. There was almost no sign that an affluent subdivision was just around the corner.
There were some shanties perched precariously on the edge of the creek. I know, we see them on an almost daily basis along the banks of several major rivers in the metro, but this was the first time I was able to see some up close. And funny enough, I didn’t feel disgusted or repulsed. I didn’t even worry about what the people who lived in the “water-slums” would do when there’s a flood.
Instead, I was amazed. Amazed that these people managed to make a house out of completely nothing—even land. Amazed that they managed to find a way to make the house stand on the water. Amazed at the fact that the builders of the house probably dove into the polluted creek to secure the house’s tawdry foundation. And amazed at the courage of the inhabitants to continue living there, day after day, with the knowledge that a single untimely earthquake can topple the house, and with it all the family had worked for.
This led me to realize that I’ve been very lucky to enjoy all the simple pleasures that I take for granted right now. I have everything I need and a lot of the things I want (but don’t really need), and I still complain that my life sucks (on really unlucky days). What right do I have to say that, when I know that I’m still very blessed, even on my worst days?
What I’m just trying to say is that since all of us Candy Girls are blessed with a good life, we should make the most out of it. Don’t let it go to waste! Study hard, spend wisely, be thankful for little blessings, make your parents proud. Don’t be content to live a sheltered life—know what’s going on beyond the cozy walls of your home. Can you handle living in a shanty by a river, like hundreds of our less fortunate countrymen? Or spending the night in a dark alley, curled up on a bed of cardboard and newspapers, with no proper home to speak of? Only then would you realize just how lucky you are.










