They, I presume, must have pre-packaged plans that instantaneously unfold as soon as they wake up each day. They appear to have all the answers and if asked, could probably disclose solutions to just about every quandary you or I might run into – though I have noticed that sometimes they have suggested things that are too big to fit our shrunk brains.
I know that you and I have been so busy (this is actually founded on inescapable experiences) with our everyday lives that we have not had time to plan for unexpected challenges. Further, the ordinary people we hang around with are sick of plans because most are long term and often have to be revised even before their beginnings are implemented – just so we can eat, put our children through school, and to attend to the upheld traditional and modern Palauan etiquettes.
I have seen your running here and there, pushing this and that, and calling who and so in not desperate attempts to make ends meet. You, as I recall, were not alone – just about everyone, including myself, was running around. I think that someone or a group of people have tinkered once too many times with the treadmills we are running on – many of us are fatigued and have difficulties as the inclinations escalate.
And then there are those of us who simply did not have a chance to get on the treadmills, but have learned to live from day to day on meager means and handouts. They move just like you and I, but they do not know who to call or who to run with – so they walk and walk with outstretched hands,
Their hands are not as calloused as those of hardworking people; however, I think their fingers and palm prints must be worn out from the constant friction with pennies and nickels – loose change collections. Their knees are often swollen and bear tell tale signs of constant kneeling. They are not suffering from arthritis or fanatical praying practices. Rather, their knees tell a story of prolonged pleading and begging, which has, unfortunately, served to move relatives further down the family tree – evolution at its best.
Some say that everyone is destined to figure out his or her own life – I guess that is why our children go to school to learn mathematics. We hope that someday they would be able to put 2 and 2 together and then figure it all out. But what if they had trouble with mathematics? What if they dropped out of school? What is there to figure out?
You and I (I think) have figured it out. We have survived because there were people who figured out the first halves of our lives; and they have continued to put in “good words” for us. They are figured into our figures and serve as constants – we owe them.
I wonder about those who simply live on figures of imagination. Do we have any plans for them? How are they figured into our plans? Will we miss them when they are gone?
