Bakal Boys

A long road towards paradise is what I and my family took last April 28-29. During the trip, I saw many people. Different people. Faces show smiles, some confusion but many shows worry due to difficulty. Every single day is a game, we take the risk because we need to survive. If we stay still, we lose. We fight, we win. Along the road, I saw kids. Kids who wear rags instead of proper clothes.Kids who carry sack instead of balls. Kids who are working under the hot sunny day instead of playing. I asked myself, "Where are their parents?" "Why are they working at their young age?" This the reality. Not all children were born to have an abundant family so they are forced to work to earn money for their survival. Despite the difficulties they struggle with, they keep on walking and walking searching for materials that they can sell such as bakal and plastics. I felt ashamed of myself because I don't even work but I can ask my parents for my needs. I realize how lucky I am to be in my shoes. I got all the stuffs I needed to grow; my study, my clothes, my shelter and even my family. Then, a thought came into my mind, I must not sit on my ass waiting for the graces to come but to work for it and gain something irreplaceable not just money but the lessons learned while working.