morgueville,heartland living.

gawdy.
did cip at tampines home for the intellectually disabled with my class today.
there was a trail of stench. and honestly it scared me when i saw one of them waving and jumping up and down hysterically as we walked through the front gate.
it scared me to see how blessed i am. and there they were.

smiling from ear to ear on their wrinkled faces with innocence that eludes from within. they probably have no idea what's going on outside those metal gates. they have not seen this crazy world. they shouldn't. it will scare them even more.
as they are locked away from the world, and in their own, contain a life that is free of worry, it is sad that it takes a cip trip to know how lucky we really are. when i held their hand there seemed to be more warmth than before. the eyes that gazed at you spoke a thousand words. thank you.this guy that was sitting behind me when they were playing the musical parcel. he kept on looking at me. and when i looked back at him, he gave me the most beautiful, most real smile i have ever seen. and that struck me. it was probably the most sincere smile i have ever seen for the longest time. i just didn't know how to react.

and the musical parcel game. there was no disappointment on their faces when they unwrapped each layer of newspaper and found out there was nothing. but when they got a sweet from the nurse, they gave a smile like it was the best gift in the world. if my life was such a content everyday, i would give anything. when finally one of them unwrapped the layer to see it was a chocolate, his neighbour gave him a hug. it was more than just a moment of awww.

they are human, like us. yet they lead a different life.
they do not want our pitiness.
but we can learn from them.
why do we expect so much?
perhaps, maybe, if we didn't,
life will be a bit closer to content.