DIFFERENT FACES.

Different Faces. Different Places.

I read that on a poster in Social Studies 11 Class today whilst sitting beside Marvin (Soriano, not Gorospe.) and i know, I was supposed to be reading his speech but the poster kinda really caught my attention. (I'm sorry Marvin if you ever end up reading this.)

The complete phrase was="We are one people. Different Faces. Different Places. But we are still one."

It hit me...Different Faces. Different Places.
Our face is defined by our place.
The place shapes who we are...where we come from is home. HOME SHAPES US.
Home is our first play pen, our first downfall (tripping down the stairs, maybe), our first dinner, our first good cry in bed as we're falling asleep....
What we do with those memories and what we take from them shape our destiny...
If we played rough...we'll play rough...with HEARTS, with LOVE, with FAITH.
If we fall down...how do we pick ourselves up? Or do we continue rolling down the stairs?
If we ate as a family...treasured the moment and always left the head of the table empty...for him...even if he's not home. Will we treat men with respect? Or will we be proud? As we're saying grace...will we be keeping in mind the safety of that special man as he ventures into a world of hate and lies? We must NOT think that we can live without them. We can't.
NEVER SAY "I'M DONE WITH MEN." Because you're not.
He might've lied to you...but don't go lying to yourself.

If we cried when we fell asleep...did we hope to dream better dreams...or to wake up to the sun and a smile on our face? Will we be expecting the world to embrace us? To encapture us? To inspire? Will we allow ourselves to be captivated? Will we cry and forget? Or cry...and linger in misery?

WE MUST MOVE ON. WE MUST LEARN. WE MUST BE CAPTIVATED.