Things just get harder by days, not my life though, but my country is. I do not really know where to begin this actually as for right now, I have mixed feelings in my heart that pooling my eyes with tears by just thinking about my country, especially the people. Feeling is a thing that is hard to be explained, let alone to be understood, no? For most of the time, that would be the case.
I have been approached by few of my friends asking me about Bersih 2.0 and strings of questions have been exchanged. A discussion between individuals that pay interest, even a little bit, on what is happening around the country and for that alone, I salute them. I am still new to this politic arena, still learning as much as I could, clicking every interesting link posted on Facebook/Twitter to stay updated about my country, trying to read blog posts wrote by known/unknown writers, watching the news now and then etc. I do not want to be bias, you see, so I hope by having a go to these two different views from these individuals would help me to capture the essence of every issue broached by them. I got to know the concerns of X, as well as the Y.
People would say I am going against the Government at the moment. As for the time being, yes, I admit that is the truth and nothing but the truth. But that does not mean I am on the opposition team. I have never declared myself to support any party, not just yet, as for right now I am still on the quest of finding which one of them will make a better ruler for my country, for my beloved country.
One thing you must know, I hate to see the poor people having to struggle in their daily lives just to ensure they would be able to make ends meet. In fact, I hate to see people wearing holey shirts and pants, carrying a bowl around the nearest train station, seeking for donations from the pass byers. When I look at them, knowing that they are homeless, with no money to buy food, with no love ones to take a good care of them, knowing how fortunate my life is, my heart breaks. My heart breaks again and again when more of them captured by my sight, my heart breaks again and again when I know that I, within my own little power, I am unable to help all of them. And even more heart breaking when at times, I have to ignore them, pretending not to see them sitting at those little corners, faces smudged with dirt, unwashed hairs, rotten teeth, staring hopefully at the pass byers hoping they would be generous enough to give some small amount of money. They do not hope for something big, I know, that is why even one penny is handed to them, they would honestly say thank you to you.
They do not wish for something grand you see? I think they are even afraid of dreaming and wishing for something big because when they wake up on the morrow’s morning, they know within their hearts, thing would just be the same. Nothing would ever change. They would still wear the same clothes, they would still having nothing fancy they can call as their assets except maybe certain things they got from the bins, they would still be poor with no home and no money.
But what is more saddening to me is, when there is no one care about them.
So I seek for a better ruler for this people, not for myself though. I am more than fortunate. I seek for someone that would truly care for this people. I seek for someone that would actually look right into their eyes and understand the sad feelings behind those weary eyes. I fight for this people. I fight for a better future for this people. I fight so that they can have a little portion of this fortunate life. I want to give voice for this voiceless people.
Call me a dreamer, but I will continue to dream that when I see this people, I would be able to hand and to share with each one of them, some of what I have in my bags.
Call me a dreamer, but I will continue to dream a smile on their faces when they know that we care, when they know that they are not forgotten.
Call me a dreamer, but I will continue to dream a happy life for all of them.
Call me a dreamer, I could not care less.
A better world for us all, and an even better world for them.
This is why when certain of you said that we are being ungrateful for what we have, I became a bit mad. The poor ones are getting poorer, so which part did you claim that we already have enough? By we, did you mean you, as in yourself? Or by we, did you mean, each and every one of us?
Even, certain of you claimed that the poor ones were the majority of the rally. If that was the truth, then why did it happen that way? Why would they fight so badly?
Because they saw some hope of getting a better life, I would say.
Maybe, I am just annoyed when people keep the money just for themselves rather than sharing it with the unfortunate ones. And whatever that is, I know what I am fighting for and I know it is worth it.
P/S : When you’re up above, don’t ever forget the people down below.
