superman can’t do nothing

I regret not being able to post here yesterday, just for the fact that I won’t be able to post for the 29th of February until four years later.  Same as it goes for the fact that I don’t expect to post in here for the next 3 years because I maybe writing mere fiction and I’m running out of beautiful things to say.

Anyway, during a processing in NSTP, we were asked to represent a certain NGO of our desire and defend the issue of that NGO in order to get much of the funds being provided.  I represented the children with AIDS.  I felt very sad about it and at some point of my convincing, I wanted to cry.  Children with AIDS are the group of people I feel most strongly about.  I feel very sad towards their faith.  Although I believe that I’ve helped a lot of people during my service, I’ve never helped a person infected with AIDS.  And even while writing this, I feel very very sad.  These children definately don’t have any future.  They were born into this world to die without doing much.  They have this incurable sickness that they inherited.  It wasn’t their fault and yet they are the people who will suffer.  Every minute of their lives, they are thankful to at least have because they might die any time.  But, in their lifetime, they couldn’t plan much for their future, they can have these dreams that they will never ever achieve because time deprives them.  I want to help them but I’m sad to say that I can not.  All the funds in world can be given to them, but nothing will happen, it would simply make their short lives feel better, and yet, hope still diminished into dust.

Why do I act this way?  Even I myself don’t know the reason for that.   I’m glad I have this desire to help people.  I hope that it would never go away from me.  It is my only contribution to the society I live in.  There are times that I feel that my efforts are lost and pointless and I just grow tired, but I should always keep up.  I’m writing this post for one reason, to keep me going whenever I doubt.