As random songs flood my ear, emotions that I have been keeping for quite a while came out pouring. It is hard to keep your sanity intact when people who think you are okay though you are actually on the verge of losing your mind surround you. Quite harder when you are stuck in a situation you did not want to get involved in from the start and hey, there is no one you can put the blame into since well, at the end of the day it was me who chose to go here.
They say life is better here. Because of the money, of the so-called good life they are all talking about. It just does not feel right to me. I would rather be home. I would rather stay there- with all the noise and politics, the never-ending fiestas, the traffic and pollution. I would rather be there, with the people I hold close to my heart and my life.
People think I am being crazy for thinking of going back. Life could not get any better, they say. Well, Paulo Coelho said your treasure lies where you heart is. My treasure is my country, my relatives in Cavite, my bebek. I just want to go home. Badly.
They say life is better here. Because of the money, of the so-called good life they are all talking about. It just does not feel right to me. I would rather be home. I would rather stay there- with all the noise and politics, the never-ending fiestas, the traffic and pollution. I would rather be there, with the people I hold close to my heart and my life.
People think I am being crazy for thinking of going back. Life could not get any better, they say. Well, Paulo Coelho said your treasure lies where you heart is. My treasure is my country, my relatives in Cavite, my bebek. I just want to go home. Badly.
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