VOLUNTERISM

volunteerism, what a word! for the past three weeks after the graduation i was indeed to be a volunteer...indeed, it was so wonderful, the totality of the experience is so wonderful, oh my, did i mention it twice, it was really then...learning, fun, worries, sadness, and of course love, etc. its really once in a lifetime. i never regret it....even it ended in frustrations...its the great lesson of life anyway, life must go on...leaving those things behind, if they will come again, if they will to show up again, if there's a reunion among us, among those people i been with, then let it be...after all it would just be just right., when or how, i just don't know....the love i had felt is just something that ended, for me at least i was able to experience... life really is so magnificent, just like the lovely sea in that place, just like the wave i used to play with....just like the stars and the moon whatever its shape....the coconut trees, with its shadow caused by the moon and stars on a clear night....the highway clear of vehicles where we walk in a late night....the laughter, the shouting of new friends along the shore...indeed its really great, three weeks seems so much but also seems not enough....in the end, ending up so sad, saying farewells, saying will see each other again, may not be too soon but hoping just near....i love the sea,,, i love the wind, i love the cold, i will miss those place,,,,but we were there because of the spirit of volunteerism...sacrificing as they said, working without pay...but i love that one....if i have just enough then i will end up this life for free service...its so sad, for people in that place didn't able to see the goodness behind our sacrifices...they turned and grasp the money the money that would make them sacrifice for the next three years or the worst of their lifetime....its hard to judge them, and its really not good enough but those people had make us feel how low they are,,,,i pity them...anyways, volunteerism, its hard to pity them,, were not rich, nor even have just money, my family is being piled by debts...and as i come back home...i know they need me not to be a volunteer but a woman who can help them, with food, with expenses.... a woman with pay...i'm afraid its so late, and too late...but i know it would never will be that too late...everything has the chance and everypthing happens with the right time and with purpose...only God knows how i feel when i'm seeing my family....we were happy, but its not enough, i have my dreams...volunteerism, its hardest word but its the best one....volunteerism....i want to be one of the blessed enough....