Tuesday, 9 April 2002

Not Ordinary


I was trying to clean up my stuff the other day and found some old floppy discs stored in a shoe box. I rushed to the nearest internet cafe to check if the discs are still readable and to my luck, I have saved some archives of my thoughts and this is one of them.. expect more to come! :-)  -posted 02 June 2010

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Written:  09 April 2002
One of  those busy days while I’m in a bus on my way home, I witnessed love in it’s simplest sense. I am deeply touched and I suddenly realized how much simplicity is worth as long as there is love in our hearts.

It was the Annex stop-over at SM West, North EDSA when this certain couple got up the same bus I was riding on. They were not the usual commuter, I could say, and they’re not ordinary. They have with them, I think, their 2-year old boy.

They’re not ordinary. Why? Because they’re not in the usual jeans & shirts or the casual office attire, they don’t have bags or organizers or portfolio’s, they don’t have cellphones in their hands or in their pocket, the guy is not in his shoes & the girl is not in the common slip-ons most ladies wear these times and they don’t have plastic bags from the department store. All they have was each other and their little boy.

Why such curiosity that took my interest? Because they’re out of the ordinary. And it was a pleasure for me to watch them for a few minutes and out of luck, yes it’s luck, I think – that they settled near my seat in the aisle. They were standing at first because  the bus was already full and after a while, the girl got her seat on the opposite side on my row.

The girl could just be in her teens, maybe around 17  or 18. She’s got  a tan-complexion, maybe 5’1” or less, no make-ups, not even a powder or a lip gloss.  Her hair falls just below the ears and clipped at one side. She’s wearing an ordinary “pambahay dress” with thin straps and with a length one-inch above her knees and plain rubberized slippers, not sandals but slippers. There was innocence in her face and there wasn’t even a slight trace of any worry on her. She looks fragile but it was obvious that she’s taken care of by the boy she’s with. The way she looks at her little boy reflects her love & warmth. I could feel just by looking at her, that she is a good mother.

The boy was also too young to shoulder  such  responsibility.  He’s just on a plain white sando and a denim purontong and  also on his rubber slippers.   His built reflects hardwork. If  I will judge him with my bare sight – there is something that tells me this boy would do everything to raise his family and he’ll make a good provider.

Their simplicity moved me. They don’t rush like all the other passengers who’s faces are in a frown because of the traffic. There is no cellphone to divert their attention to. There is no wristwatch to tie them with time. There is peace within themselves which I can  see through by just looking at them.

The thought is really touching.  I wonder how our lives could be so complicated and all when we can slow down a bit, look inside our hearts and create love in its simplest form.

They’re not ordinary because there is something special within them. It is the love in their hearts that makes them out of the ordinary. It is simple love. Special love.

How sweet their sleep… how happy their hearts.

All because of  a simple, yet special love.