The Golden Mud on my Feet

This is just a small voice speaking in behalf of a small town, it dreams to let its voice heard in every corners of the world. And make a dark corner brighter than ever. It hopes to translate hope in times of sorrow, and to create an alternative path from a broken bridge.
 
The night the typhoon Santi devastated our small town Pagsanjan, I was thinking to sleep the unpleasant scenery awaiting me tomorrow. The mud slums, the wasted furniture, and the gossiping of my "ka-barrios" (neighbors) about the terror last night. But when I finally open my eyes the following day, I was awaken by the warm touch of sunrise on my face, the first thing that I saw was the clear blue sky  that seems to be innocent from what had happened that night. The trees are shapeless but still they are green, the houses are almost roofless but still they are standing. It made me think how unhelpful it is to mourn over your lost when no matter how dark the night was the sun still shines the next day.
 
When I finally step out of the house, I didn't mind the mud on my feet, what catches my attention is the scenario of people helping each other to wash away the mud on their houses, wealthy and poor side-by-side pushing the mud away. Suddenly, it brought us back to our root of simplicity when status symbol is not a thing, when it was only us, nature and God. This calamity might have killed a part of us, but it also gave re-birth to what our Creator had died for, and that is love and compassion.
 
I thought I will be devastated to the outcome of this typhoon, but I was wrong, this happening had opened so many doors for us to be on our purest form. It fuels us to break the barrier of cultural and social differences, what happened to this small town is just another mystery of God, on how he makes everything in perfect place and purpose even when things are not always right to our sights.
 
This calamity was a manifestation of what we are all about, to love and live for others. As long as the sun goes up and down on that same sky, and as long as a glimpse of hope can be seen from a smile of a child, we know that somewhere in the future, our visions will fulfilled, our dreams of a better world is right before the eye of our Creator. So for today, never stop chasing the sunrise, for the future is the result of what we do today! Mud is just another dirt to be washed away!


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