His Point of View

This morning when I entered my class at III-Compassionate, the room was in total chaos. While asking them to settle down, one of my students handed me a crumpled brown paper with writings on it. I simply pocketed it for I was too busy instructing them to pile up their things that are scattered on the floor and to clean their respective areas. While doing what I asked them to do, some of them whispered audibly to read the content of that piece of paper. I waited till we finished saying the Opening Prayer and everybody was seated. I drew out the crumpled paper from my pocket and I went over it; then, I looked at the owner of the paper (for permission), and started reading it aloud. Here is what he had written: (Note: I only edited the grammar, everything here is the same as what and how he had written it.)

"I’ll never sing of love if it does not exist…”

When I was brokenhearted and heard this song, I began to think. I have proof that other people do not have love ruling over them. I overcome all my negative thoughts because love is not a thing to be miserable about. How can we love if hate is everywhere? How can we love if it makes us more miserable? Do love letters, love songs, or love greetings work the magic? No! It is inadequate for us to love. Most people have love in them, but more and more people do not love; they even hate. They are having love, joy and compassion as mere sentiments and went on to the path of thoughts where love, joy, compassion, and sorrow do not exist. Pain is the ruler of that world. A world full of pain is joy for me. It’s not that I’m the best of it, but it is my happiness, as I said. Love? What is love? Love is like a toy for a child. When you’re tired of it, you keep it in the storage. I can’t wait for me to die. I can’t feel love and sympathy. I can’t feel joy and sorrow. I breathe deeply and whispered, “here man begins and everything disappears.” It is somewhere where no one has emotions. This is the world I want to be. Nothing except you exists. Not even will power, knowledge, and emotions. Time and space disabled and it is all because of one thing. A thing they said that is so strong that it can even destroy us all. It is stupid. It is dumb. And that is love! My feelings for now…

After reading this, I told him that it’s alright to express himself so that we would know that he needed love; that he wanted to be loved, for it seems he is full of hate; perhaps he is troubled, wounded. And he completely needs understanding, healing...Everyone was attentive when I read this before them, and so I hope that they, too, will learn to understand how this young boy feels, and why perhaps sometimes he chose to remain quiet and sulk in the corner. I wonder how many of them are in my class, in our school? i wonder how many of them can survive to handle this feeling... i wonder if their parents know how and what they feel. I am sad knowing that kids like him, as young as they are, are very troubled. I hope before the school year ends, i have helped him.. i hope i had made even just a little difference in his life.