DASHED DREAMS WILL STILL ARISE

A lot of friends have been blessed with the opportunity to travel overseas, be it far or just across the border. And when they do, they tend to post a lot of photos.

Photos of how exciting life has suddenly become... stories of how much they're enjoying themselves... of how it's all a work assignment but they're having Fun Fun FUN...and the never-ending tease of "oh, how I wish you were here!" crap.

Truth to be told... I get jealous. I get extremely jealous and a huge unpleasant feeling just sorts of swells up inside and eats my heart inside out.

Why the green monster raging inside me?

Because I want to travel, to see places and meet new faces. No, instead, I got stuck with the dead-beat job, with no future and only reprimands to face everyday. So I chose the wrong career path. So, I didn't bother to be more bold and seek overseas opportunities. So, instead, I chose to pay more attention to my parents' happiness.

Sigh!

I do get to go traveling, once a year... self paid SHORT trip. Regional. Usually within the country. Just for ONCE, I wish that the company sends me overseas.

And then, I think back on all that I have had... and all that I still have: a home, my own place, a car, my parents who are still strong, and most of all, a job that pays. I have other friends who are still within reach, and I have my faith.
So... there will times for travel later... if not soon. I will make my own way to see the world. Til then, hold on to the things that you have. Afterall, the grass may always look greener on the other side, but home is where the heart is.

Comics - Reading it Differently

About a month ago, I got hooked on the Vertigo comic series "Fables".

It's good... it's really good.

Like the title goes, Fables tells the tale of what happen after "...happily ever after." How come Prince Charming appeared in Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty's tale?? What happen to the big bad wolf after the three little piggies built a house of bricks? And how did they all end up living in a small fictional part of New York called Fabletown?

But it got me to thinking about something else... Comics form a part of our Generation's lifestlye. Comics are bought for pleasure reading, trade or share, and at times, a collector's item. How can we turn comic reading into a form of humanitarian act?

There must be some interesting way to start a cause with comics. 20 cent into a relief fund for each copy sold? Inside adverts to make people aware of needed moral/monetary support? Sign petition appeals for big comic production houses to contribute monetary donations?

What about donating old comic books to school children in poverty ridden countries? With these you achieve a few goals :

1. entertainment – colors, pictures and storylines to delight the troubled minds

2. education – a form to teach how to read, write and draw

3. encouragement – for the children to feel appreciated and build self esteem. Let them know that they are thought and cared for.

Think about it.