What I Really Want To Do With My Life

i want to make something out of this life. i don't want to live and die just answering phone calls from people who, most of the times, can't appreciate the efforts you make for them. i want to die for something worth dying for.

i want to help people. i want to go far into the mountains (not to join the rebels of course) and help make people's lives there better. i never dreamed of becoming a teacher but i want to go to the farthest and most remote areas of the country and give those people a chance at education.

i want to help the fight against insurgency. i want to help in educating teen-agers (usual targets for recruitment) about the dangers of joining organizations that serves as front groups of the NPA.  i want to help people in the hinterlands who were always victimized by extortion activities.

i want to build homes for kids on the streets and give them a future that seemed so elusive right now. i want to give them a chance to get a better life. i want them to experience sleeping on an actual bed and eating food that they don't have to scavenge to eat. i want to see them experience what childhood means.

i want to be a paramedic and join a rescue group so i can do something useful when i see an accident instead of just standing rooted on the spot wanting to help but not knowing what to do.

i want to travel the world and experience different cultures. i want to go sky-diving and experience the thrill of jumping from a plane. i want to learn to different languages. i want to experience different lives. i want to live following the footsteps of people i admire. i want to die doing things i love.