Elaine Roselle C. Aquino

WE ARE EACH OTHER’S INSTRUMENTS OF LOVE

By Elaine Roselle C. Aquino

The author is from Cagayan de Oro City and sent us this reflection some time ago.

Every day, I try to find myself and I try to find the meaning behind the things I see and the things that happen to me. Why? Because, like most of us, there is a struggle within me that never ceases; I am discontented, a word that can easily define us humans in the natural sense.

As I observe the people around me when I go to and from school on a jeepney, I wonder if they also make an effort at finding themselves or the meaning of things. On a daily basis, they work for a living. And during their day-to-day routine of pushing carts, selling barbecues, begging money, driving jeepneys or even doing almost nothing the whole day, I wonder if, at the end of the day, they still try to figure out why these things happen to them? When I ride the jeepney, tired yet still surprisingly energized from the activities in school, I often look at some of the passengers and wonder how it would be like to live in their shoes. It would probably be a whole new kind of life-story different from mine. We probably lead different, unique lives.