There's an English idiom that goes like "rub salt in a wound" which means "to deliberately make someone's unhappiness, shame, or misfortune worse." Why am I saying it? Well, I just learned a Filipino term "inaalat" (signifying bad luck) from my mom and my sister yesterday but I couldn't find its counterpart with the word salt in English. Instead, I stumbled upon that idiom. Anyhow, Mom and Ate were saying that we're incessantly having bad lucks. I hope not. I don't want to believe in it. I know that there are things that beyond our control; but, it's still us who'll decide our future. In my heart, I'm sure that our life will soon get better.
Thinking it over, it dawned on me that there are indeed people who rub salt in the wound. They won't stop until you slump down. It's like they just live to make you suffer, to make your life miserable. I wonder why. I ponder what kind of people they are. I mull what kind of childhood they had. I pity them. What about the lives of people who each just want to have a happy life? How about those who only intend to live harmoniously with others? What about my tatay who simply want to get his job done well; so, he could support us? What about him who merely care for the people? I feel for him. In that, he already wants to retire early. We also want that. But how can he do it if her children are not yet earning enough for the family? I want to get mad at those unpleasant mortals; but, I can't. My parents didn't bring me up like that. Shame on them! I'll just pray for them.
Again, in my heart, I believe that these too will pass.. Our problems will all be solved soon. Our family can one day smile without the heartaches. Those people will realize that they can also be happy without hurting others. And Ate and Mommy can say that we're unceasingly having good lucks. *wink*
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