I’ve recently gone back to my endless Tumblr scrolling nights, and I saw a post that I didn’t want to forget and thought to pass it along to you guys as well. Here’s what the post said:
Have you ever come across a homeless individual and felt totally uncomfortable?
You see them and you know they are in need, but you are not sure what to do. You know that handing them money is not the best thing. But, you also see that they clearly have some needs. Their lips are chapped. They are hungry. They are thirsty. They are asking for help.
How can you help?
Here is a simple idea – blessing bags.
There are so many beggars and homeless people in Manila, from toddlers to really old people. They usually go up to your car while you’re stuck in traffic or at a stop light, knock on your window, and hope that someone rolls it down to give them food, money, or whatever else. Some even approach you while you’re just walking on the street. There are people who are a bit skeptical about the beggars because some believe that they just pretend to beg to get extra money or they, specifically the kids, work for a group who tells the kids to beg for money and give it to whoever’s in charge. Both instances have been proven, but that’s not always the case.
Whenever I see beggars approach my car or me while I’m walking, as much as possible I don’t give them money. Rather, I give them food instead. They’re very thankful after, so it really makes me feel happy to see them happy over a simple granola bar or fries from Mcdonald’s . I really have a soft spot for them!
The blessing bag (if you’ve clicked the link to the post and saw the picture hihi) is just a simple zip lock bag filled with a few crackers, toiletries, socks, and coins that you could keep a few (or a lot!) in your car and just give it to the homeless if you come across one. You can add whatever you want too – whatever you feel that they’d appreciate or really need : )
This is such a brilliant and simple way to just go out of your way to do something for someone else. And it doesn’t even have to be just for the homeless. You can do something nice for a friend, a family member, a co-worker, someone you met on the bus, whoever! Random acts of kindness can totally brighten up your day and everyone else’s!
So, that’s that! Here’s hoping that you, wherever you are, have a fantastic day ahead, and always remember to smile and just let all the positivity flow through you : )
This is what the first half of my 2014 looks like!
1st row: New year’s with Larrisa, first party of the year with my college barkada, watched Wicked, roaring 20’s debut with my dance friends, judged another PE finals
2nd row: picture with my students <3, Ateneo Bonfire, FIS Class of 2014 graduation faculty “We did it” picture, ice skating with my co-teachers, karaoke with my college barkada
3rd row: @ Larrisa’s debut with Baguio people, then with Bea and Lar, La Union trip with my family, visit to Dinosaur Island with my siblings : ), Easter Sunday picture with both my sisters
4th row: drinking session with my cousins & siblings, Powerdance Workshop pictorial, 1st complete picture of my siblings and I with our dad : ), saying bye to my Ate and her family at the airport, Boracay 2014 with my siblings and our dad
5th row: Island hopping with my family, went ziplining for the first time!! and blew the candle from my birthday cake : ), Hamada family picture by the beach, birthday dinner with my college friends, and random dinner with them.
So far, I feel like my year has been a smooth sailing one. I’ve learned to just take everything all in (not all at once though!) by just being more open to whatever comes my way. What’s your year looking like?
I’ve never been the type of person to be interested in watching sports aside from those that are dance in nature (i.e figure skating and gymnastics). I cannot, as much as I try, understand the rules (aside from ‘the ball has to be placed somewhere to get a point’ rule. I’ve got that covered!) of any game – basketball, football, American football, baseball, or tennis. Also, I can never remember the names of each player aside from the ones that constantly appear on my news feeds. Aside from David Beckham, Michael Phelps, Kobe Bryant, Cristiano Ronaldo, Rafael Nadal, Maria Sharapova, the Williams Sisters, and I’m sure there are a few more stored in my mind that I cannot get out (Forgive me!), I do not know anyone else.
With it being a FIFA year, NBA season practically all the time, constant Tennis matches and the Philippine National basketball team going to Spain to compete, I feel totally, and I mean T-O-T-A-L-L-Y, out of place with all the sports related posts everywhere.
I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed something growing up. I mean, I think that my friends have been watching these sports since they were little with their dads most likely, and they’ve carried on who they love and hate all throughout their lives. I on the other hand had none whatsoever of that kind of experience. I never forced myself to stay up to watch a match, I never subscribed to any online blog or live feed just to be up to date about the current score, I never tweeted “Let’s goooooooo England!” or “Two more sets ’til Nadal wins!!! Almost there!”. Never. Sometimes, I don’t even know what channel to watch them on. I can already tell ya’ll giving me this. HAHA.
It’s not even that I didn’t like any of my PE experience when I was in school. I actually do like being active and playing whatever sport the teacher throws at me. I just do not have the motivation that most of my friends have when it comes to watching games. Sure, I’ll watch a FIFA match when I catch it on TV, but I wouldn’t stay up from 12am til 6am just to catch all the games. (For those who don’t know, I live on the other side of the world from Brazil so FIFA fans here are hardcore!) Nor will I sit through the whole thing and put my whole attention on the game. I’d occasionally switch channels or have it play in the background while I study or paint. Same thing goes for the others. Although, I do try to catch the final games (which I am going to do for this year’s World Cup!), but I never know when they’re on because I never subscribe to the matches. Next thing I knew, Djokovic already won the Wimbledon championships without even knowing that it was happening. Let’s all give a big sigh together…
I wish I had the same enthusiasm as some of my friends do. I wish I had a certain athlete or team to root for. But I don’t. I may feel like I’m missing out, but I can always pretend to understand all these when I’m with my friends and we start screaming, “OY OY OY GET THE BALL/ KICK THE BALL/ HIT THE BALL” frantically at the TV, and I start rooting for the team that they all want to win. I’ve got tons of practice in that! : P
I don’t even know what just happened, but I loved every second of it!
The first half of my 2014 has been crazy different! I’ve quit my teaching job last March. It was a bittersweet feeling. I’m totally going to miss seeing my students and their wtf-are-you-doing-stop-now ways. Despite the fact that they gave me stress pimples and showed me veins that I didn’t know could pop out of my neck and forehead, I learned to love and care for all 48 of them.
After that, I took my first ever dance workshop with Douglas Nierras’ Powerdance. (A little background about them, they are THE best contemporary dance group in the Philippines. They are currently in Europe now for their dance tour! Europe + dance!!? Are you kidding me? That’s the dream. HAHA.) The workshop lasted for about 5 weeks, every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 2pm-7m (although, when we were nearing our recital date, it was from 10am-til whatever. ok). There were three workshop that we could take: ballroom, hiphop, and jazz. I took classes in all fields, and it was the most draining & challenging thing I’ve ever done physically. During the workshop process, member of Powerdance expressed their desire to let me join their group!! Imagine that! But…more on that later.
And now we’re here in the present. I’ve decided to go back to school this August. I’m going to be taking undergrad courses in French and/or Spanish to accomplish the requirements needed to take a masters degree in those languages. I’ve only been seriously reviewing the French and Spanish lessons I took up when I was in college recently (meaning last week) to prep myself for what I imagine to be something so competitive and challenging – especially since i’ll be studying in the University of the Philippines and with people who have been studying languages everyday for hours on end.
I’ve been really looking forward to going back to school (especially school supplies shopping! haha Call me weird but I find satisfaction in having new notebooks, pads of paper, pens…the works!) Not until last night when a sudden wave of doubt hit me and I didn’t see it coming. Don’t you just hate that? I was about to fall asleep when suddenly the voices in your head whisper “You’re going to fail”. Oh gee, thanks a bunch!
Same thing happened when I was offered to join Powerdance. I always told them I’d think about it, which I’ve already done the moment one of them asked me. I was screaming “YES!!!!” in my head, but there were the voices again that screamed louder than I did, that my ‘yes’ turned out to be a whisper.
They say that you are your worst critic, right? That has been so true for me for years. I’ve let myself become slave to the voices in my head … to me – my doubts, my fears, my concerns, my negativity, and that has stopped me from doing a lot of things that I wish I should’ve done at that time. I feel like the old version of myself would let my once resounding ‘yes’ continue to fade into nothingness and let myself believe that I am going to fail going back to school even before I’ve attended a single class.
But now, I’m 21 years old, and I’ve experienced things that I would only dream of doing. However scary both future experiences may be, I am not the version of me that would let these slip away for sure. Like what I’ve said, the first half of this year has been crazy different. I feel like I’ve had a good amount of time to dip myself into a myriad of things until moving on to the next one.
Before I decided to type out my feelings and concerns, I dreaded having the sliver of doubt pop up in my head. I’ve learned that something so small and simple can ultimately ruin someone if you let it. But, now as I’m nearing the end of this post, I’ve realized that those kinds of thoughts can be a good thing. In a way, for me at least, it pushes you to make sure that you don’t make those thoughts from happening. Despite how scary it may be and how heavy it feels to think that you won’t be able to make it even before you’ve tried, I feel that that it builds character. Like what I’ve mentioned, the old me wouldn’t have even dared to counter the voices in my head. The me right now however is this version you’re reading telling the voices to piss off.
And at the end of it all, after you’ve been through everything, you’ll realize that it wasn’t so scary after all.
Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
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