Being a traveler is not a hard hobby. It was not just looking for the hidden paradise this country has. Traveling was not just meant for the pleasurable purposes.Traveling do not just include beaches, cliff, mountains, falls, and so much more exotic exciting sites.
It is to see every abstract thing that every site bear. Only a few travelers travel into remote and squatters area. Who would travel in a muddy and odorous areas to see whats happening in a very simple life of squatters family.
Behind tall buildings and big malls surrounding our country, are the crowded houses scattered in the remote areas. With thin and rusted roof, hardened papers as their walls and an empty rice box. A couple with three siblings dwells in poverty and struggles to live life as easy as they can.
Every morning, before anything else, they would fetch water first.Five pesos for every 2 containers. A budgeted water for the laundry, for taking a bath, for dishes, and for all domestic use. Thirty pesos for a container of safe water, potable enough to substitute for every meal they've missed.
After an early breakfast, all members of the family gotta get a job even just for that day, to survive for the next. No one goes to school. Only some lucky ones goes to school, but would immediately stop in middle high school or even without graduating elementary because of poverty. The father and the mother tries to sell something eatable delicacies in the street, joining the busy crowd to look for some food. To compete with other vendors in the street too.
While the elders are busy hunting for coins to buy some foods, the children are giggling in the streets playing innocently. In their smile, you can see happiness without any hesitations and worries. They are contented with their life. Their feet, barely ran the roads, under the scorching heat of the sun. Smiles that warm every sorrowed heart. Giggles that touches every heart.
As the sun rises, all of the kids and tired elders, get to sleep. Rest to acquire energy for the next tiresome job. The streets leaved alone. With few plastics and candy wrappers. There were also some slippers without its pair, maybe the owner had leave it when his/her mother called him/her for a sleep.
By three in the afternoon, everybody back to work, the children will play again in the streets. Some are enjoying some snacks and some are just playing. Like a trade fair, there are many booths. There are selling snacks, juices, syrup coated bananas, Filipino delicacies and any home made snacks.
As the darkness closes in, slowly the number of children generates. It was there favorite play time. No sun to touch their skin, more people passing by, more fun. They will run and play until 10:00 in the night. After a tiresome game, they'll go home hungry. Sharing the food that their parents generates through the day. Eating happily with dried fish and smoked fish, contently.
They will sleep with smile in their lips. Waiting for the tomorrow to come for another fun games.
That is how simple life is. They live without any too high ambitions and dreams. Living everyday to the fullest.A life without big debts to pay and a life not sure of tomorrow. Well whatever comes tomorrow, that's another page of life. To be opened tomorrow and to be solved tomorrow. A life of less aims, less frustrations and more happiness. Real happiness.#
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