a sense of purpose

an american in france out to lead a fleet of first time pilots

an 11-year old jerone soria in payatas out to learn

a night guard out to freak himself out further

a student out to re-redefine studenthood

that last one ought to be me. i do what i can. but what most amazed me recently is how, for some people, the need to be deliberately conscious of their purpose is so so so persistent. otherwise they die, they give up, or they get piled under lots of trash.

literally, like jerone for example who sleeps behind a huge mountain of trash. i had to tutor him yesterday and he learned how to multiply using his fingers far faster than i did back when i was younger, maybe 'cause he has a better tutor. just kidding. but he's really good, despite the desperate uber melancholy mood of his surroundings, of the community he is in that sits literally on top of a huge mound of trash [aside from the one beside them].

as we were about to leave, the house 4 houses away from where we were teaching microsoft word started burning. everyone was freaking save for tita maricon, which saved me from panicking. we had to leave using an alternate route, and blocks away from where we left, talk of the fire still was abound.

each day, you get to include more and more people in your prayers.
and each day, you get closer and closer to a sense of purpose.

there are those of us who can't live without it.

lisnin to Spring Awakening. ms Chari shared it in the e-group and i just realized why it's so familiar--sir bong asked me to be melchior, i think, for his ccp class. and now it's a musical! by duncan sheik! and it is good!
sortof readin Businessworld
feelin kinda inspired