On being a leader...

Monday, August 15, 2005

Manic Monday. I smell work, work and work. And nothing but work. OA. I started the day with cooking lunch. I didn’t ate, I still have to bring my pesky brother’s project. I’m going to have it printed and I still have to give it to him. Now, isn’t he a menace. Instead of relishing myself in my couch, I’m here under the scorching sun riding a filthy jeepney, delivering his VERY important project. How will I ever be graduated with them? I mean, they have to have their life of their own; not depending on people every time. If they keep on relying on me, they might end up mouths to feed, and not would-be independent people of this world. I, being a youth, keep striving living a life, and they get in the way. I always dreamed that I live individually, having a real taste of how bitter life can be. Why don’t they?
All people are different. They are not an exception. But can they please stop bothering me; get a life!
Oh well, hush! I went to training this day. We danced a lil’ and talked a lot. We were summoned and we were subjected to discourse. Kuya Joel, one of the many institutions at KKB, talked all the while. He told us what to improve and what to lessen. But what I liked about his privilege speech was his own life story. He shared us what his life used to be. He told us what he was way back times gone by. He told us how immature he is; even now he is a leader. Frankly, I like speakers who don’t exempt themselves from mistakes and wrongdoings. They admit that they’re not perfect and they are committing mistakes. That is the ‘KUYA JOEL’ I heard this night. At first, I really don’t understand who he is, but now I’m beginning to see him in a brighter side. I thought, at first, he was an antisocial and highly dangerous, but now I see a very meek big brother that doesn’t deny that he still commits sin, that he’s still human.