Burbles and Murmurs – What we think when our minds wander

(Disclaimer – This post is of wild thoughts and of senseless ramblings. Don’t waste your time reading this. But if you do, I would love you forever.)

Whenever I feel a little lonely, I look up to the skies and think about all these silly things that would obviously never happen for me. I would think about money bearing plants and if ever the trees surrounding me could reach the moon and take me there. I would think about aliens and how weird it is that they still haven’t made contact with us (if ever they really exist) or if they did and why no one is talking about it. I think about the woman walking in front of me who was rushing and who seemed to be feeling bad about something because of the frown she was wearing. What was she thinking about? Why was she rushing? Is she in trouble? Should I ask her? I don’t think I’ll ever know. Maybe, I didn’t really care or maybe I did.


I walk more and I see all these people big and small, male and female, who have their own separate lives, not caring about anyone who isn’t a priority. Not caring about the people who was passing them by, not caring about the different vehicles honking by the side, not caring about me. 

Me, who was with them at that same area, breathing the same air, smelling the same scent of the wind. Me, who was busy thinking about what other people were thinking about. Do you think that I was creepy? Just standing there staring at them? Looking at people and thinking about what they’re thinking about? 

I stop and sit on a nearby bench and I open my phone’s camera and take pictures of what I was seeing. I see people lining up for ice cream at a dirty Ice cream cart, I see people waiting for cabs. I see kids running around holding their toys and their parents pursuing them, making sure they don’t get into trouble. I wish there would always be someone taking care of us, someone to make sure we don’t get in trouble, that we don’t get hurt, but life doesn’t work that way. We grow up and part of growing up means being able to handle ourselves — Being able to survive on our own. I wonder who *the hell* ever made up a rule like that. Do we grow up so that we could take care of ourselves or do we take care of ourselves to grow up? Is it selfish to wish for someone to take care of us? To protect us? 

I laugh because it’s funny how people are always thinking about themselves and what they need. I laugh more because I remembered I was one of them — who doesn’t want the best for themselves right? Who doesn’t prioritize their own needs? I look back again at those kids playing around. They’re fighting now, I guess because of one of the kids didnt wanna share his toy. How sad. Fighting over a toy. When countries and leaders fight over power, riches and lands. I wonder, how significant am i? How irrelevant are my problems? How much do I matter for someone living in spain? I dont.  

And then I get a text from a friend about something that was interesting and everything that I was busy thinking about the past few minutes vanished like the sun on a sunset. Never to be known by others, never to matter.

What about you? What do you do when you feel a little blue? Are you just like me? I really hope so.

Let’s converse. Hit me with your comments/questions/rants down at the comments section. I’ll be waiting! 🙂

The Abuse of Media Freedom and its Gullible Audience

 

(Please note that this post was created to fulfill an academic requirement in Development Communication 80 – Communication and Society.)

It was April 22, 2014 when thousands of Filipinos and their foreign relatives rejoiced after news about the removal of US Visa requirements for Filipinos spread like wildfire on social media platforms. It was shared by 10 thousand people on the social media app, “Facebook” and had exactly 711 “5 star ratings” and 540 comments on their main website, the Adobo chronicles. The post was good news for many people, as getting a US Visa as very difficult and traveling to the US was not possible without having a Visa approved. The post received many positive interactions, a mixture of happiness and inquiries, of when it will be official, flooded social media websites, none of which questioned the validity of the post and actually confirmed it.

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