the problem

Upon being delivered into this world through the wombs of our mothers, we are distinctly separated into two genders: the male and the female. The members of each class possess different characteristics from the other one, thus arises the problem of having a problem either with men or with women. We all know that there are differences on characters of men with women, which includes the emotions that the other gender feels more often than the other one. Women are sentimental almost all the time, unlike men who have strong heart. But this does not mean that women are weaker than men. Maybe in terms of physical strength, yes, but women are to have more endurance than men in surpassing different kinds of obstacles. They merely lose their hopes. Man is prone to lose his hope when he feels that there is no clear end to his way. That is one problem with men: their emotional strength. Once they lose their hopes, it is hard to think he will still pursue his life: either he will fork his way to another, or end his journey there. But what if if their hopes are still there and present and still relied on? There the men have their strength. They are doing almost anything not to lose their hopes. It is like they are doing the best that they can to nurture a seed and not to plant again when it dies. That is the problem with most women. Their doings are not in their best when the hope is still there. But until that hope goes away, they begin to do things beyond their best. It is like waiting for the fire to grow before preparing the water. That is the problem with women. They are not in theirselves unless the hope has not disappeared, but all spirits mingle with their hands at the time hope is gone. Another problem with women is they are too secretive about their lives. That is why most women are so mysterious and mostly only in their deathbed do they start to reveal the secrets of their lives. Men are different. It is their pleasure to say what their hearts and their minds want to tell. It is why many people find it comfortable to have friends with men because they are willing to reveal some secrets in their lives. Men are full of surprises. See, because of the differences of characteristics in men from women, there are different problems with one gender and the other.

under the acacia tree

When I get to see or encounter this kind of tree, my mind would immediately inoculate the moon, the stars, and the dark blanket of space into my eyes and show me two persons devoured by a scarce illumination overhead. I knew these two persons well--- a girl and a boy. I knew that the boy had been so earnestly in love with the girl for four whole years, and it was only in his fourth year that he earned the enough courage to say to the girl the love that he had been nurturing for that span of time. And so he wrote a letter and put all his hidden emotions into that letter including the hope taht he relied on about the return of the girl for his love. His plan was set on a night, and that was the night taht goes back in my mind everytime I cast a look at an acacia tree. On that night, the boy felt a great happiness, that I am sure he will cherish forever. They stayed under the acacia tree while merrily talking with each other. I can see the happiness painted on their faces as they were exchanging golden words. The boy was a very good friend of mine. And as I can see that he was possessed by an extreme happiness, I was happy too. Because at last, that friend of mine had talked with that girl about the love that had sprouted in his heart since he had first met her. That was how I meet an acacia tree before another night came and change the way I encounter that kind of tree. On that same tree where my friend and the girl he had been in love with for four years were talking, I saw another friend of mine talking with another girl he fell in love with short time after he knew her. This boy is also a very good friend of mine, and, as a friend, his happiness should also bring happiness to me. But in trying to answer the question why this second night under the same acacia tree changed the way how I encounter this tree, it is because I was also in love with the girl he was talking with on that night. Both of us were in love with one girl at the same time. As I was looking at them talking seriously under the acacia tree, I felt hatred pushing my heart down. I felt I could crush my teeth into pieces due to the ire that I was feeling on that night. And now, everytime I encounter an acacia tree, I would always recall two different nights--- two nights that made me happy and the other angry.

smile

The thing that I consider the most powerful thing in the whole world is a broad, earnest, sincere, joyous, perfectly set as a curve in the face smile. I consider this mightier than the weapon of Adolf Hitler, or the pen of Dr. Jose Rizal; although it will not slash and seize a life in the name of serenity, it can change the dark road that somebody trudges on to the light, where he can find the peace that he is blinded of once by the darkness and that the world is for a lifetime searching for. It is a very efficient eraser--an efficient eraser of sorrow and sadness once it is drawn and offered to anybody. Looking at someone smiling at you and feeling it within yourself is like banging your head against the wall and forget only the part of the past where you go on once with the lights turned off. You only recollect the part when and where you are happily drowned in felicity. A smile, even if it is just given in a snap,can wash away the dust clinging in your heart, and then it pumps the happiness you hid all throughout your system. It is anybody's secret of staying young, pleasant, and happy. A simple curving of your lips such that its parabolic form faces upward can do better things what other things think they can do. It can possibly ease and tame a furious beast. A smile is a simple communication of a person to an animal, suggesting to the latter that the former is happy with its company. If I would be a doctor someday and someone would consult me of his or her having a problem with her health, I would add up to the list of his or her medicines a sweet, pleasant grin hundred times worn per day. Yes, a smile, especially when in its sweetness it could dangle a million kilometers, is an effective medicine. It may not be in a form of tablet or capsule nor syrup, but its powercan almost revive the failing health of someone. Smile and you shall feel well. Doctors of the present time should recommend the drawing of smile in their patients because it is proven to be effective. The mighty power of smile is very great. It offers numerous uses to mankind. Its sweetness never fades, and the memory of smile will never be drawn on the sand where the water from the hungry sea would devour and wipe out.