We committed mistakes, things got worst and we became so helpless. In a snap of the human impulse, we shun our part of the story and directly point others for the blame – a matter of defense mechanism.
It is fact, few are those who will sit down and ask “What have I done?” and more are those who will get mad and shout “What have you done?”
A farewell to my Alma Mater…
Things are getting hard lately, it changed the whole aspect of my consciousness that it destroyed part of my perception and part of my judgment. It even cruised the wrong track for this column that I should be dealing with criticism according to students’ interests but it ended differently in accordance to my own interests. This isn’t about being egocentric, I just don’t have the wit anymore to give this column the touch that it should have. I don’t wanna be like Mr. Oh-so-good-trying-hard freak, so I just have to give you what’s best of me. So dear readers, please spare this one for me this final time.
Let me just share to you a story inspired by a book…
Once, there was an old man who lived alone in a little cabin. Everyday a little boy would always visit the old man to play and hear stories. One day, the child asked the old man.
“Pop, every birthday people are giving me gifts. There were cars, robots, swords and soldiers, and I am so happy about it.”
There was a twinkle in the boy’s eyes then he continued, “How about you Pop? What are your gifts during birthdays?”
The old man smiled, he grabbed the boy and placed him on the table. Continue reading
In His Thoughts 