by Juan Rodrigo.
I jogged towards my most favorite location. Fog permeated the tall buildings and desolate roads. The lives of the people in the city and the people in the village are divergent from one another.
The mellifluous chirping of the birds, the slight swaying of the viridescent green leaves, and the sublime beauty of nature indicated that I was nearing the village. As I drew nearer, the pristine sidewalks transfigured itself into layers of earth, leaves, and twigs. Soon enough, small houses with thatched roofs came into view. Little boys skipped their way to school, women swathed in cloth were buying their groceries, and the men got ready for work. The strong, sweet, and prickly smell of hay conquering my nose.
Walking through the now thronging unpaved streets, and bumping into apologetic people along the way, immediately reminded me of the impertinent and egocentric city people. The people here are satisfied with the very few meager possessions they own. Wherein the inhabitants of the city only want more. They buy and buy but are still not gratified with what they have. The spoiled kids have only one thought in mind – themselves. We are presented with a profusion of opportunities but we reject them all with our greatest weapon, laziness.
I sauntered my way to the lake. As I did, I discerned few girls lurking amongst the shadows of the trees. They were cupping their hands over their mouths and talked in hushed whispers. And after a couple of moments, they soundlessly strode towards a tiny house-like building. I wondered what they were up to and that’s when it hit me as a feeling of commiseration paralyzed my body. The obvious answer stood out like the stars in the sky. They were forbidden to receive the gift of knowledge. It was an indispensable treasure that was locked away and out of reach from them. And instead, they were made to work and have a family at a very young age, like they were puppets that were controlled by the formidable forces of other people. But eventually, they strain upon the strings and break free from some of them without the notice of the puppeteer. They have the right to receive education just the way the boys do. They have the right to enjoy life the way they want. They want to be able to feel freedom in their lives just the way boys do. So why can’t they get that? Why does this invincible layer of biased misconceptions have to detach an essential part of their lives?
We all need to work together, put our foot down, and sort out these problems that completely affects someone else’s life. This whole situation has made me think more about how lucky I am to be given this life. I am forever grateful for the quintessential life that has been given to me.