Most experiences affect you in some way. Some can touch you. Few can inspire you. But fewer still can instill a permanent awakening – one so abrupt, so radical, that it makes you question your very perception of the world and of yourself.
I must have been born into a much older world where everything was much simpler and more orderly, where everything was where it was supposed to be and people respected each other's ideas and argued rationally; wherepeople apologized when they knew they were wrong and where sorry meant sorry and 'maybe' meant 'maybe;' where actions were direct consequences of thoughts and good ideas were always recognized, and wrong ones were alwaysdiscouraged; where morality was not compromised and where people never said 'pwede na yan;' where people didn't know what sarcasm was, and where all one needed in order to get somewhere was sheer guts and talent, not connections norbribery; where double standards nor indolence were not tolerated; where title/name meant reality; where everything was what it seems; where honesty and transparency were given importance; where leadership was honored instead ofridiculed; where 'differences' pertained to ideas and goals and beliefs, and not to appearance or form; where due process meant due process in all fairness and without any form of bias; where help that was solicited produced the outcome that it wassolicited for; where people saw each other as persons related to them... perhaps most importantly, where public transports veered on the sides before loading/unloading.
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