El Terible

Before the world had come to know the guy with his face printed on almost all t-shirts; Che Guevarra, he covered the entire length of Latin America first, armed only with his bestfriend and his motorcycle. His motorcycle eventually gave up (but his bestfriend didn't). The result, they sure did traveled a lot.

If it weren't for that journey, would we have come to know the Che we think of in everu revolution of sorts and, of course, t-shirts? NO dick. No. That journey made him. It was when he flirted with sisters, stole liquors, "coveted" thy neighbor's wife that he found himself. It was also in that journey that he saw poverty, gave money to the needy, didn't give that money to his bestfriend who intended to use it to avail sexual services, played soccer with lepers, swam across a river, and became a symbolic bridge between those that are considered normal and to those that are ostracized by the society.

I would definitely raise eyebrows, but I think I'm going through the same things Che had. Or not. Or maybe something like it. Maybe I'm just not the normal kid I always was. I feel terrible everytime I see poor people slaving thimselves under the sun when I lay under the sun concerned on my tan. I feel terrible everytime I see kids walking several kilometers just to get education when I don't really pay that much attention to my teachers. I feel terrible everytime I see people staring at me, looking ignorant, seeing things they may never be avail to have when I'm obsessed about the things I want to have and clothes I want to wear. I feel terribel when I see a family walking because the cannot afford to pay the fare of the habal-habal when I'm sitting comfortably inside the car cussing why the air con is still broken.

Unlike Oprah, I don't have a God-complex. I can't give hundreds of Pontiac sedans. I can just be me. And just like what Che may had felt, I just feel terrible.